A Sincere Apology
The big girl watched and waved as the couple sped off in their beat-up Jeep; despite their meager share of food and money, Julius and Moore looked as ecstatic as if they were embarking on their honeymoon. They were finally free.
She sniffed once, then turned back to join her group. It consisted of herself, Vash, Meryl, and Wolfwood.
Millie had certainly gotten herself into a whole mess of trouble, with or without the help of Sempai. Not only had she aided the two refugees in their escape from Fondrique (yet it'd been for love, she reminded herself) but she'd also let her temper get the best of her and hurt Vashu-san (which had been for... well... nothing good that she could think of)!
The gunslinger was at that moment trying to mend the pair of glasses that Nicholas, bless him, had stepped on in a fit of righteous indignation. He placed one lens into the hopelessly crooked frame, groaned when it popped out and disappeared under a clump of sand.
Millie dug it out for him, and their eyes met briefly. He looked away as he accepted it, his features marked with sheepishness.
"Mister Vash," she began, feeling suddenly and uncharacteristically timid, "I'm so very sorry that I punched you... I... "
He looked at her quizzically, and nervousness made her brusque. She blurted:
"I shouldn't have thought you would kill anyone, not for one second! I should have known you would find another way to make everything right, that no one would have to die – "
He placed a finger to her lips, surprising her enough that she actually stopped to inhale.
"You're a good kid," was all he said; but it was enough to communicate that all was forgiven.
Impulsively, she leaned forward and kissed the swollen place on his cheek. Mister Vash, for his part, turned red and made several unintelligible noises as she did so – all cues which suggested that this was highly improper conduct. She didn't care.
Her apathy only increased as Mister Priest, who was standing some fifty feels away, shot the gunman an absolutely withering look.
