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Over the course of their journey, the line between them had started to blur. Having to sleep in the same room at a shitty motel with a single bed to share, sitting in the back of Meryl's vehicle, always being in close proximity in fights. Soon it had become knocking their knees together while sitting at a table at a bar, Vash falling asleep on him in the car, and even leaving the door open when showering. Either the blonde had no sense of personal space, or he was becoming a little too comfortable around Nicholas.
It all came to a peak one night when Roberto and Meryl had to get the car repaired, the woman kicking the two men out of the vehicle before driving off. She had seemed overly annoyed at Vash's snoring, likely just forcing them out of the car in the closest town so they could sleep.
Vash rubbed at his head where Meryl had knocked him in the head with Roberto's flask, muttering under his breath.
Nicholas adjusted the cross he held from over his shoulder, dusting off his pants with his free hand, "C'mon, blondie."
Vash scrambled to his feet when Nicholas began walking towards the motel, jogging to catch up to him. He slowed when he was next to him, the two of them walking into the motel and getting themselves a room. As per usual, the room only had one bed. Their budget had been getting tighter and tighter, especially with needing to repair Meryl's vehicle.
Once in the motel room, Nicholas tossed one of the keys to Vash, who barely caught it. The brunette turned back around towards the door, "Go to sleep, y'need it."
Vash just watched as Nicholas left the motel room, the door shutting behind him. Although he had been dead asleep in the car and snoring loud enough to warrant violence from Meryl, he felt wide awake now. He just sighed, shrugging his coat off and tossing it to hang over one of the old chairs.
He knew that Nicholas was likely going to the saloon that was across from the motel, wanting to keep a close eye on the townspeople for anything strange. And to spend their limited "play" money on alcohol. If Nicholas were to get drunk, this would be the perfect opportunity.
After a moment of observing the motel room, Vash left.
The saloon was busy with drunkards and dancing folks. It wasn't difficult to spot Nicholas sitting in a far off corner, a glass in hand as he people watched. He barely noticed when Vash sat down next to him.
Nicholas set his glass down, staring at the liquid in it, "I told ya to sleep, spiky."
Vash took the glass, bringing it to his lips and tipping it to drink some of the amber liquid. He set the glass back down, "And who put you in charge?"
Vash's smirk was so obvious in his voice, and it pissed Nicholas off. It made him want to smack him upside the head and kick him out of his chair. He had sat way too close to him, and he even had the nerve to take his drink. Somehow, though, he didn't act on his thoughts. He just motioned to the bartender to bring two more drinks without a word to the blonde.
After the bartender brought the drinks, Nicholas finished his first and grabbed the second, lifting it to his lips, "One drink, then go to sleep."
"Or what?" Vash said, holding the glass between his hands. He usually didn't get like this, but it felt kind of freeing to mess with the other man like this. To push his buttons in a different way. He then lifted the glass to his mouth, "Doesn't sound like a threat to me."
Nicholas took a swig of his drink, not meeting Vash's eyes. He was still looking over the people in the saloon, eyes flicking about. He didn't care about what Vash did, but he just needed to be away from him for once. Their knees knocking together under the table was suffocating.
"Do ya want it to be a threat?" Nicholas said, now looking down to the amber liquid in his glass. He spoke a bit quieter, "We both know you're exhausted. You need sleep."
He wasn't wrong. Vash had truly worn himself out in the last town, and perhaps it was showing in his out-of-character behavior. And maybe he was just being childish, but he felt the need to argue with Nicholas.
Vash downed the drink in one go, almost slamming the glass down as he looked to Nicholas, "Make me."
He swore he heard a cracking noise come from where Nicholas was holding his glass. And that's when they made eye contact. It made Vash immediately dart his eyes away, shifting slightly away from Nicholas.
Ah, I went too far... I really should just sleep.
Vash stood up without a word, tossing a few bills on the table before making his way across the saloon to leave.
Nicholas' eyes followed him as he slipped past the people in the saloon before he disappeared behind the doors. And that's when he downed the rest of his drink, threw some bills on the table, and followed after Vash.
Vash had been quick to get back to the motel room, but Nicholas had slipped through the door behind him before it shut.
"Eeh?!" Vash yelped when he was yanked backwards by the back of his shirt, his back slamming into the now shut door.
A hand gripped at his throat, fingertips digging into the back of his jaw rather than fully closing around his neck. Vash instinctively went to grab for his gun, but a hand grabbed his wrist before he could, pressing it painfully into the door.
That's when Vash realized it was Nicholas, which just confused him even more.
Oh god, I did go too far, he's gonna kill me--
Although Vash wouldn't put it past him to have some kind of murderous intent after fucking around with him, there was something different in his eyes. Something the blonde had always placed as anger, but perhaps it wasn't.
Nicholas' fingertips dug painfully into Vash's jaw, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him, his mouth unwillingly falling open. But then his mouth was covered with another.
"Mgh--?!" Vash's eyes widened, his entire body prickling with panic as Nicholas' tongue licked into his mouth. Despite this, the blonde's head tilted to the side, letting Nicholas delve into his mouth. His prosthetic hand lifted to loosely grip Nicholas' wrist, slowly beginning to reciprocate the rough kiss. It was all tongue and clashing teeth, and Vash felt like he was going to suffocate.
Was this torture? Was Nicholas doing this to torture him? His jaw ached painfully, and the rough bites to his mouth and tongue tinged his taste buds with iron. He had always thought kissing was meant to be gentle and slow, not feeling as if he was going to die with several chipped teeth. But he wouldn't know, though--he had never been kissed until now. He hadn't even really thought of it, it was never something on his mind with how often he had to move around along with his reputation.
Vash decided to ignore the panic slowly prickling in his chest, his eyes fluttering shut as he began to kiss Nicholas back with the same fervor. He mimicked what he had done, tongues dragging together and rough bites.
Nicholas eventually pulled away from his mouth, and Vash felt relieved. He was panting, saliva dripping down his chin. Their eyes locked for a few seconds before Vash tightened his grip on Nicholas' wrist, pulling his hand away from his throat.
"... Th'hell are you doing, Wolfwood?" Vash muttered once he caught his breath.
"Where's all that spunk from earlier, huh?" Nicholas said
"Spunk...?"
Did he mean when Vash was messing with him? How does that even correlate to what was happening right now? Sure, maybe Nicholas would smack him senseless for fucking around, but he was confused on the turn it all took.
Nicholas shifted to slip his knee between Vash's legs, eliciting a choked noise from the blonde. He pressed himself into the door to move away from the touch, his jaw clenching as he stared at the other man.
Vash tilted his head to the side when Nicholas leaned forward to press his mouth to his neck, nipping lightly and laving his tongue over his skin.
The blonde shuddered, hands gripping Nicholas' wrists as his hands began to wander up his shirt. Most parts of his body weren't a mystery, but now Vash was beginning to panic again. Nicholas' mouth on his neck and his hands trailing up his abdomen had his knees becoming weak, but being thrown into this situation so suddenly was making him think too much about other things.
Nicholas trailed up Vash's neck, nipping at his jaw before moving back to his mouth. Vash's grip on Nicholas' wrists loosened as he melted into another rough kiss, his eyes fluttering shut with a low moan.
The wandering hands on his abdomen and chest caused him to whimper and gasp into Nicholas' mouth. He could feel heat coming up his neck and burning at his ears the longer this went on, especially with Nicholas' knee keeping his legs spread apart. He wanted to clamp them shut, to only allow the man to toy with his upper half. There was already a warmth coiling in his lower abdomen, causing him to squirm under the touch.
Vash forced himself to turn his head to the side to break the kiss, hand tightly gripping Nicholas' wrists to still his movement. The man just pressed his mouth to the blonde's neck, listening to Vash's heavy breaths.
But then Nicholas pushed against Vash's grip, trailing down, down, thumbs hooking under the waistband of his pants--
"Wait," Vash gasped, his nails digging into Nicholas' wrists. He started to squirm more, wanting to get away.
"What?" Nicholas muttered, moving away from Vash's neck slightly. When he didn't respond, Nicholas decided to move his hands upwards to trail at Vash's sides, causing his grip to loosen. But then Nicholas pressed their hips together, his thigh pressing slightly into Vash's groin.
"Ah!" Vash gasped, his entire body tensing up, his head falling forward onto Nicholas' shoulder. "W-wait..."
"Use your words, angel," Nicholas said, going back to pressing his mouth the Vash's neck.
Vash shuddered at the pet name, he could even feel his knees beginning to buckle once more. He needed to say something, anything. He swallowed thickly, "... I-I'm not what--"
"Already know you're a plant," Nicholas murmured. He almost sounded amused, "You're glowin'."
Now Vash could definitely feel his entire face get hot. Just from this, his plant markings reacted?
"T-that's not what I meant," Vash choked out. "I'm... different. Down there."
"Don't care," Nicholas' response was almost immediate, making Vash freeze. "Just tell me what feels good."
"You don't--Ngh!" Vash started speaking, but then Nicholas rolled their hips together. The blonde desperately tried to close his legs, but Nicholas' knee was still keeping them apart. The dampness over his crotch became uncomfortably noticeable to Vash, and definitely to Nicholas' leg pressed against it.
"Somethin's working for ya here," Nicholas smirked, one hand leaving Vash's grip to trail down his body, his fingers lightly trailing against the wetness on his pants.
Vash took a sharp breath, clenching his jaw. His heart was pounding and he was beginning to feel lightheaded. Maybe it was the alcohol finally hitting him. That had to be it, definitely not just his reactions to Nicholas and his touch.
It was when Nicholas slid his hand over Vash's groin that things went south... literally.
Vash's vision went black for a second, his legs finally giving out underneath him.
Nicholas was quick to catch him from falling, gripping the back of his thighs and lifting him up. He grunted when Vash became dead weight on him, "Oi Blondie, you with me?"
A whine came from Vash at the sudden contact to his groin from being picked up, his hands gripping at the back of Nicholas' shirt.
"Words, Spiky," Nicholas sighed, turning and beginning to walk over to the bed.
Vash began to come back to his senses, realizing that Nicholas was intending to go to the bed. Immediate panic came over him, "W-wait wait wait, no bed--"
"There ya go," Nicholas said, deciding to press Vash's back against the wall instead. He kept hold of the blonde's thighs, watching as Vash lifted his head from his shoulder. His plant markings were still faintly glowing, stark against his flushed skin. Nicholas mouthed at Vash's jaw, "You gonna fall if I put ya down?"
"... Don't know," Vash replied honestly, his head tilting to the side slightly. His legs just kind of felt like jelly, but at the same time his pants were suffocating him.
Nicholas slowly lowered Vash to his feet, his hands moving to pin his body to the wall to keep him upright. Their mouths met again, once more rough and intense.
Despite Vash's conflicting thoughts, his shaky hands tried to unbuckle his own belt. Nicholas said he didn't care, so why would Vash just refuse? Other than the fact that in his 150ish years on this planet, he had never been intimate with anyone. Like kissing, there was no time for it. Felt as if he didn't deserve something to that extent. But there was this space of time now, and Nicholas seemed intent on continuing as long as Vash would allow him.
Vash was steady on his feet, allowing Nicholas' hands to wander down to help unbuckle his belt. The blonde started to kick off his shoes as Nicholas unbuttoned and unzipped the pants. Vash was quick to shuck the pants off along with his boxers, their mouths still connected as the blonde took one of Nicholas' hands and guided it to his groin.
"Hah," Vash gasped into Nicholas' mouth when the other man cupped him, fingers grazing over soft, slick petals.
"Shit," Nicholas pulled away from Vash's mouth, his fingers still moving over the petals and slit. "... You weren't kidding about different, huh?"
"... S'it too weird?" Vash murmured, his eyes fluttering shut as Nicholas rubbed around more.
"No way."
A whine came from Vash when the touch vanished, his eyes opening as he watched Nicholas drop to his knees in front of him. Nicholas hiked one of the blonde's legs up to rest his foot on his shoulder, making him sputter, "W-Wolfwood, what are y--"
He was cut off when Nicholas dragged his tongue across the slick petals, a choked moan coming from Vash. His head smacked back against the wall, his hands pressing back in an attempt to keep himself standing as his legs became weak once more.
Nicholas let out a moan himself, lapping up the slick dripping from Vash. It was sweet, almost sickeningly so. He understood why Vash didn't want to be on the bed, feeling slick already dripping down his chin. He used his fingers to open up the petals and delve deeper with his tongue, milking sweet noises from Vash.
Vash's hands found their way into brown curls, gripping and tugging, but not harshly. He had never felt something like this before, and it had reduced him to a gasping, whimpering mess. The most he had ever done was a finger or two himself, but nothing compared to this.
As Nicholas licked and sucked, his fingers coated themselves in Vash's slick by sliding over his petals, rubbing over the opening before pressing in.
"Ah! Nick--" Vash moaned, now yanking at Nicholas' hair. It didn't last, though, the blonde now babbling apologies between moans and whimpers.
Nicholas crooked his fingers, pressing into the spots that made Vash begin babbling utter nonsense, more slick gushing out around his fingers. It was all over Nicholas' face and dripped down his chin, seeping into his shirt. A large portion of it splattered onto the hardwood floor into small puddles.
"Mm... N-Nick," Vash gasped, his breathing becoming uneven. "I-I... I'm--I can't--"
Nicholas continued the movement of his fingers, his thumb rubbing against his clit, "C'mon, sweetheart."
Vash keened at the pet name, completely overwhelmed with Nicholas. It was just complete sensory overload, and he was so on edge.
"Hah! Nick! Nick, Nick, Nick, N-Nick--Ah!" The mantra of Nicholas' name was ended abruptly with a cry and Vash came. It gushed out over Nicholas' fingers, dripping down his wrist and onto the floor.
Nicholas continued the thrusts of his fingers, riding Vash through his orgasm. The way Vash's petals fluttered and contracted had Nicholas entranced, only breaking from it when Vash hurriedly patted at his head, whining from the sensitivity of his fingers still inside him. Nicholas retracted his fingers, gently lapping up the blonde's spend before it could drip to the floor. The fluid was almost luminous, glowing somehow.
Vash's breath hitched, overly sensitive after the orgasm, but he didn't mind Nicholas' tongue on him. It was gentle, but maybe too gentle. He wasn't used to gentle, especially when it came to Nicholas.
The brunette pulled away from Vash, instead dragging his tongue over his drenched fingers, relishing in the sweetness of the wetness. He looked up to lock eyes with Vash, who was staring at him with wide eyes. His hair was a mess, stuck to his forehead with sweat. His glasses had slid down to the tip of his nose, threatening to fall off. His plant markings were still glowing faintly against his flushed skin.
Vash lowered his leg from Nicholas' shoulder before he straightened, who was still licking his fingers clean, dragging his tongue to catch the dripping come. The blonde whined, clenching his jaw and looking away. He could feel his face getting hot again, feeling the urge to kick the man away from him and just hide after what had transpired.
"Christ, spiky," Nicholas grumbled, wiping at his face. Vash turned his head to look at him, noticing how his slick and come were on his face. Despite his conflicting thoughts, Vash pulled Nicholas' hand away from his face, locking eyes again.
And then Vash dragged his tongue up his throat, following the dripping line of slick up to his mouth. He groaned at the taste of himself, delving into Nicholas' mouth fervently.
Nicholas had him against the wall again, hands trailing underneath his shirt, pushing it up to reveal more of his skin. Littered with a patchwork of scars and metal, his skin was far from soft and smooth, but he didn't care. Vash ran hot, and he was after the burning touch to be against his fingertips. His hands then landed on his hips, his thumbs digging into his hipbones.
"Ngh," Vash moaned into his mouth, hands resting on top Nicholas'. His eyes fluttered shut when Nicholas, moved from his mouth to kiss at his neck, licking and nipping at his skin.
It was then that Vash noticed just how hard Nicholas was. Their hips were barely touching, but the blonde could feel the outline of his length straining against his pants, pressing against his thigh.
He never even thought of being intimate with someone else, he just assumed it would never happen, he would just have to fulfill himself own his own. He mind began to wander, thinking about Nicholas' dick inside of him--
A high-pitched whine came from Vash as he pressed his thighs shut, feeling slick begin to drip once more.
"Already, Angel?" Nicholas murmured, his teeth catching on his earring and tugging lightly.
Vash gasped, his knees becoming weak once again. He grasped at the front of Nicholas' shirt with such intensity that he thought it would rip.
"Please..." Vash breathed, attempting to roll his hips forward.
"Please what, Angel?" Nicholas said, his thumbs digging into his hips more. "Tell me what you want."
Vash felt so dizzy at just the thought of Nicholas, his mind was going fuzzy. He mouth was moving before he could think, "You. Inside. Please. Please, please please please--"
Nicholas' hands left his hips in favor of forcing a hand between the blonde's legs, sinking his fingers into him again, "Needy."
"Ah!" Vash moaned, his head falling back against the wall with a small thud. He tried to grind down on Nicholas' hand, beginning to babble again, "M-more... More, more, please--"
Nicholas groaned at the begging, quick to pull his fingers out to unbuckle his own belt. He shoved down his pants and boxers just enough to let his length hang out, feet nudging Vash's legs apart.
Vash's entire body shuddered when Nicholas slid between his legs, his cock sliding between his petals slowly. A strangled noise came from his throat, and inhumanely amount of slick gushing from him and onto Nicholas' length. It was so much that it was splattering onto the floor beneath them, joining the puddles from earlier.
Suddenly Vash wanted to move away, now too overwhelmed. Nicholas was huge, he would surely break in half. Even his fingers felt like too much to fit inside of him, but there was a thrum of adrenaline in his body, thinking about the thrill of it. The drag of Nicholas' dick over his slit had him whimpering and whining, beginning to stand up on his toes in an attempt to lessen the contact. If he kept doing that, he would end up coming, he could already feel it.
But Nicholas didn't let up, not even with Vash's attempts to squirm away. He nipped at Vash's jaw, "Good?"
"T-too... much," Vash gasped, "I-I'm..."
"Gonna come again?" Nicholas murmured, his movements slowing to a burning drag. "Be a good boy and come for me, Angel."
"Agh!" Vash cried out, his eyes burning as he squirted over Nicholas' length, luminescent liquid gushing and splattering onto the floor. He rocked down onto Nicholas, their mouths meeting in a clash of teeth and tongue.
"Good boy," Nicholas murmured against Vash's mouth, earning a keen from the blonde. "Keep going? Or are you done?"
Vash was still so overwhelmed and now extremely overstimulated, unsure of if the size of Nicholas would break him or not. On the other hand, every fiber of his body was screaming for moremoremoremore, and he could feel his petals wrapping over Nicholas' length.
He almost wanted to tell Nicholas that he'd never done this before, but he might just stop there and wouldn't go any further if he did that. Or maybe he'd be gentle, too gentle. Vash didn't want gentle, he didn't deserve gentle. He also felt as if he was being selfish for wanting more, but Nicholas hadn't come yet. It seemed... unfair to stop now.
He wanted to be a good boy.
"Go, please, please, please," Vash gasped, rocking his hips down desperately.
"So desperate," Nicholas chuckled, Sliding between the folds of Vash's petals slowly.
No, no, no, he didn't want slow, he wanted fast and rough and hard.
The grip Vash had on Nicholas' shirt tightened to the point that it did begin to rip, a low growl coming from his throat, "If you don't fuck me right now, I swear to God--"
And then Nicholas wasn't pressed against him anymore. Vash's hands had quickly let go of his shirt the second the words left his mouth, now yelping when the man crouched down to grab at the back of knees, hoisting him up and slamming his back against the wall. Vash was basically folded in half, his knees pressed against his own shoulders. Nicholas slid his cock between his petals again, his eyes dark as he spoke, "I'll give you a God to swear to, Blondie."
And then Nicholas abruptly thrust into him.
A strangled noise came from Vash's throat, almost like a sob. His vision went black again for a moment, he felt like he was going to fucking die.
His hands grasped at the back of Nicholas' neck, tightly gripping at his hair and dragging his nails over his skin. It was so painful, yet it felt so good at the same time.
Nicholas was fast and rough immediately, not even fully sheathed inside of Vash before pulling out and slamming back into him. The pace had Vash's mouth hanging open of lewd moans and cries, saliva drooling down his chin and his eyes rolling back.
"Fuck, you're tight, Angel," Nicholas groaned, adjusting to have Vash's legs hooked over his shoulders, his hands tightly gripping his hips to slam the blond into his thrusts.
"Mgh! Ah! N-Nico," Vash moaned, his heels digging into his shoulders.
Nicholas could feel Vash tightening around him, his petals fluttering around the base of his length. He licked up Vash's throat, moving to nip at his ear, "Already coming again, sweetheart?"
Vash let out a choked sob, his legs thrashing over Nicholas' shoulders as he came again, the luminescent fluid gushing out with every thrust of Nicholas' hips. It spilled and splattered onto the floor with his previous spills.
Vash was shaking, his entire body thrumming with pleasure as Nicholas slammed into him relentlessly. His plant markings were so bright, lighting up the dim room around them. He let out a choked sob with each thrust, completely overstimulated to the point that it burned.
"Good boy," Nicholas gasped, his hips stuttering as Vash clenched around him again.
Vash whined, gasping and muttering, "Good, good..." over and over again.
Nicholas kept slamming into him, reducing Vash to a sobbing, babbling mess. He kept muttering "good" to himself, keening as Nicholas was thrusting ever deeper into him.
"Gonna be a good boy and come again?" Nicholas questioned, a hand moving down to rub his hard clit.
Vash sobbed, thrashing his legs, "Ngh! N-no, I-I ca-an't, ah!"
He felt like he was seeing stars with Nicholas slamming into him and touching him at the same time, it had become even more painful, but it felt so good.
"You can, Angel," Nicholas pressed, his fingers sliding to Vash's petals. "So good for me, hm?"
Vash screamed as he came, nail drawing blood as they dug into the back of Nicholas' neck. His head fell forward with a sob as Nicholas rode him through the orgasm, luminescent fluid gushing out and onto the floor.
Nicholas came not too long after Vash did, his hips stuttering as he spilled into him. He stilled his movement after a while, Vash's shoulders still racking with sobs.
"Hey, look at me," Nicholas began to get worried, staying still.
Vash lifted his head up after a moment, his hair plastered to his forehead and tears staining his face. His lips were bitten and bloody, red tinged saliva dripping down his chin. He hiccuped, his hands loosening from the death grip he had on Nicholas' hair. He was shaking violently.
"Hey, hey," Nicholas gently started to reposition Vash's legs to hold him by the back of his thighs, freezing when Vash let out a sharp sound of pain.
Shit.
"Vash?" Nicholas said, lifting a hand to card his fingers through blonde locks. Vash almost nuzzled into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut. "Did I hurt you? Y'gotta say something, Spiky."
Vash was quiet for a moment before speaking, his voice hoarse, "... Given that it was my first--"
"You motherfucker--" Nicholas gaped at Vash, "Don't you dare finish that with what I think you're gonna say."
"... time," Vash trailed off, his eyes opening with a nervous smile.
"Are you a fucking masochist or somethin'?" Nicholas questioned. He scowled at Vash's nervous laughter, "I could have seriously hurt you, Vash. Why didn't you say anything?"
"You would've stopped," Vash said. "Or went slower."
"That's kinda the fuckin' point," Nicholas sighed.
"I didn't want that," Vash was quick to say, now avoiding eye contact. "... I don't deserve that."
Nicholas had to bite back his retaliation, knowing it would just upset Vash right now. He just sighed, "Are your legs gonna even work?"
"Eheh... I don't know."
"Gonna pull out first," Nicholas murmured, slowly slipping out of Vash, grimacing at his hiss of pain. A mixture of slick and their come began to drip out of his thoroughly fucked entrance.
Despite Vash's weak protests, Nicholas took his time to help clean them both up in the bathroom, being careful of the blonde's sensitive areas. He helped him pull on clean boxers and carried him to the bed before cleaning up the mess they had made of the floor.
Nicholas soon joined Vash on the bed, the blonde sitting up and fidgeting with his prosthetic. He could already feel the soreness setting in, along with exhaustion. It made him speak up, "... What made you do that?"
"You're so fucking oblivious," Nicholas laughed. "You don't know what you've been doing?"
"I didn't do anything!" Vash cried. "You just jumped my bones!"
"... Virgin behavior, Vash."
"HEY!"
They burst into a fit of laughter, but it ended quickly when Vash took a sharp breath, hanging his head forward. He groaned, "Your dick's too fucking big."
"... Thanks?" Nicholas said, more of a question.
The two of them settled down for the night, still comfortable even after what had transpired. Vash was out almost immediately, softly snoring.
Nicholas was awake for a while longer, just watching the slow rise and fall of Vash's chest with each breath. Vash seemed to have no regret with their intimacy earlier, but Nicholas felt... wrong. Especially with what Vash had said about not deserving something slower.
So hopefully he'd get the chance to prove him wrong about that.