[All very practical of him. Pull back, reassess. Wolfwood can only imagine that staying in this one town is going to drive Vash insane for very personal reasons, but it isn't like Knives is even here, as far as they both understand. Waiting for the snow to melt could take months, but what other choice do they have at this point?

Again, he blusters a sigh, then brings a hand up to sort of rest the back of his knuckles against his cheek.]

Fine. We'll wait, then.

[He shoves the rest of that toast in his mouth and finishes it off before he continues, sweeping crumbs off the lapels of his jacket.]

I'll just tell you one thing, Blondie. Don't blindly trust everything you see here. And don't trust everyone you meet.