If he had been sober he wouldn't have done it, he wouldn't have kissed you. No matter how much he wanted to in his sober mind he would've never acted on it.

But here he is placing drunken kisses across your skin the rest faded away in his drink mind's haze. But he knew what had happened when he had woken up next to you.

Warm flesh against his scared skin, your eyelashes splayed against your cheeks, mouth ajar as the soft sounds of your breathing escapes it. Vash silently cursed himself for ever doing this to you, you didn't deserve a criminal who would run away from you to keep you safe.

"I'm sorry." He whispered to your sleeping form. "{{user}}..." It felt like sin to even have your name grace his lips, let alone your own against his. He closed his eyes as they stung with unshed tears, he started to quietly cry biting his teeth to the soft flesh of his bottom lip.