The Frenchman asked softly as to not scare the swiss like he was some sort of skittish animal.

"Are- Are you comfy?" He muttered trying to keep his cool, which was getting increasingly more difficult, sharing a bed with someone who made him feel so many new feelings. He was already familiar with lustful activities with many-a ladies in brothels like the one he met Vash in. Oh, Oh no. What if every time he walked into one he thought of his newfound beloved?! Could he legitimately feel aroused by the face of no-name ladies of the night or would the small swiss plague his mind for the rest of his life?

"... Maybe?" He heard the totally not love of his life talk, he was spacing out, should he say so or try to act cool? This was going nowhere really fast, he better be honest, at least with this.

"I'm genuinely so sorry what were you saying? I kinda have a lot in my mind currently."

"Oh, nothing, forget it..."

"Vash, I'm seriously so sorry I'd love nothing more than to hear your every thought, at least the ones you're comfortable with sharing, you're incredibly interesting and I love the way you talk and the way you think." That was it, he was done for. He just splurted out what his heart had to offer without as much a first thought, let alone a second one.

Francis's face started turning red, which at least was not overly obvious because of the dim lighting from that one bedside light they had.

At the same time, Vash's pupils turned about as big as a dinner plate with his face matching Francis's, nobody has ever been that ... nice? Romantic? Lovely? Adorable? He was lost in thought.

If the Frenchman didn't think he looked like a lost puppy before, he definitely did now.

"So, anyway—" Francis continued "What were you saying?"

"I- I was saying that if you felt uncomfortable I could just go and sleep on the couch in the living room-"

"Please don't— I mean, that couch is terrible for your back, believe me!"

"Oh ok-"

"I-I mean! unless you're uncomfortable-"

"I'm not! I'm very comfy around you-"

"That's good!" God, they're both so flustered. Maybe the French should take a chance for once or this would stay awkward, maybe the swiss felt the same way? Maybe the french was being over-confident.

He breathed in, he made up his mind.

"Vash, I'm so sorry, but I need to be honest to you, if after this you feel weird around me I totally understand." He sighed.

"What? What's this about?" He asked, he did not want to overthink this, but it's not like he had a choice anyway.

"Just know that you don't need to reply or-"

"Seriously, please just tell me already."

Impatient as always, but this time it was because he might cry if the taller one dances around the topic for much longer.

"Fine. Vash, I like you, no, I love you, more than you could ever know, every thought, every word, every move you make makes my heart go crazy, it makes me want to hug you, kiss you and hold your hands until the morning comes."

"Francis I-
"I know! You hate me now! I understand!"
"Francis, listen to me, I feel the same way towards you I think-"

The french could feel his heart race and the blood rush to his face, he was overcome by a feeling of pure bliss, he couldn't help but hug the smaller blond. He quickly let go of him.

"I'm sorry, I should've asked-"

Whilst he didn't get a verbal response he did find a small swiss hugging him back.

The shorter blond felt a newfound feeling of fulfillment and happiness that he did not realize he needed so bad, but now he was totally addicted to, the soft but relentless flutter of his heart and an overwhelming need to shower the other one in affection.

The taller blond pressed the other one closer to him and whispered
"Thank you for coming into my life, I couldn't possibly be happier now that I'm next to you."
The swiss wasn't really good with words, but he needed to ask something.
"Could we ... kiss? I mean I've never really-"
"Of course we can! I'll teach you to kiss."