17. Compromise
Vash had never been able to sleep on his back. He didn't know why. He preferred one side or the other, maybe his stomach if he wasn't too hungry or too full. Or too drunk. But not on his back.
Vash looked down at the mess of dark hair that was resting on his chest. He watched Meryl as she slept, her eyelids fluttering slightly, her even breathing making stray strands of hair dance in gentle rhythm. Her hand moved lightly against his skin as she snuggled closer to him.
Vash smiled, sighing happily. Maybe he could learn to sleep on his back.