[At this point, most of Vash's torso has been pressed down against the cushions of the couch. He's half-seated, half-laying, and 100% ridiculous looking, but it's not the least comfortable position he's ever been in. If nothing else, he's pleased that Wolfwood seems to be settling down. He seems almost comfortable.

What he says, of course, is laughable. He can't imagine Wolfwood having done anything to make him so unworthy of care. Of forgiveness. Between the two of them, only one has hands so soaked in red that he can never be forgiven. And it isn't the Punisher. That is how he can offer forgiveness. Because no one will ever be as bad as him.]

That's not true. I wouldn't give it, if you didn't deserve it. [He wants to thump Wolfwood upside the head, or at least ruffle his hair, but now that he's settling down, Vash is remiss to ruin the moment. He leaves things as they are, settled up against his friend as they both try to catch their breath.]

We'll get through it, Nick. [He breathes out a sigh even as he says this. He slows his hand against Wolfwood's back, less rhythmic and rapid now, and more slow and assuring.] You'll be feeling better in no time.

Try shutting your eyes, maybe?