[He finally looked over at Vinnie, beckoned by his name. It lasted for as long as the awkward silence hanging in the air. Once Vinnie came out with his thanks, Char looked away again.

Thanks? The Vinnie he knew wasn't in the habit of saying things he didn't mean, but it felt just as insubstantial as Char's responses had been. Was that what he was being thanked for? Was Vinnie saying something by playing along with it? Or was this on Bulba's behalf too? His tail twitched, as if considering whether Char could slap the pointless word out of the air, but it stopped there, held stiff and tense in place.]

You're welcome.

[That was all he offered before he stepped closer to Bulba. His wings went up, bowing around his brother -- not just the almost-hug they sometimes gave, but something to shield the act of affection from being seen. One hand reached Bulba's hair, and he cradled the back of his little brother's head, leaning up so he could be forehead to forehead with Bulba for a moment. His voice dropped to a whisper.]

Won't impose on your time together, just... look, kid. Nothin' you could do'd make me love you any less, alright? Thanks for trustin' me.