Heavy and aching, your heart lay deep within the pit of your chest. It rests fractured by love, the feelings you hold for Nicholas seeping between the faint cracks, like a floodgate of emotions yearning to be released.

The male sits silent in front of you, your earlier confession — the one of love — lay heavy within the air of the bar. The earlier confidence had faded, now replaced with utter anxiety as Nicholas' response sits within his gut. His expression was confused, shifting to one of pity as his gaze shifted towards you, a sigh soon escaping his chapped lips.

"Look, Vash-" The words escaped his lips quickly, and his eyebrows etch with confusion after realizing who he was truly thinking of. "{{user}}," He corrects himself immediately. "Sorry I... I didn't mean to say that." Nicholas' words grew quieter the longer he continued, and a frown soon presents itself on his face.