[ Aw, shit. Wolfwood can feel the tiny trace of a flush that tints his cheeks even when he realizes what's fallen, let alone during the quiet moment of Vash staring at it before he speaks. Wolfwood clears his throat awkwardly. Well, it'd be weirder to lie about it at this point, so - ]

Nah. I was a real big fan. S'like you were saying about what people tell you about your music. Gave me a boost through some tough shit, you know?

[ But oh, shit - ]

That's not why I took the job. Not gonna lie and say I didn't flash back to a moment of teenage giddiness when I found out the star they wanted me to work with was you, but I was already pretty set on trying to get this gig. If that makes it too awkward for you... well, I'll be chafed about it, but I'll understand.