[The ice is noticed, and it takes everything in Vash's power to not throw himself into helping. There is a brief instant where his hand extends, as if he wants to be the one to care for him in this moment. It stops short of the middle-distance between the two of them however, fingers clenching inward briefly before it stops entirely.]

I understand. [This isn't his place. Whatever vulnerability Wolfwood had been willing to show before isn't something Vash has the right to anymore. Even if he wants to help more than anything, it'll take far more time to build back up to it.

Instead, he glances over his shoulder, toward Livio's room.]

I can go grab Liv, if you want. [Even if he isn't allowed into this moment, he doesn't want Wolfwood to be alone. Not when he's half-frozen and drunk out of his mind. He's worried, even if he knows better than to say as much.] He can help you get cleaned up and into bed.

[He knows that the chance of this conversation happening tonight is effectively zero. It smarts, but he swallows it down. The ball is in Wolfwood's court now, and Vash has only one choice — accept that.]

When you're ready, my place is across the river. We can talk... whenever you're ready.

[Even if all he wants to do is take care of Wolfwood, he has half of a mind to walk away at that. The last thing he wants is for the Undertaker to think that Vash feels entitlted to care for him. Or that he's waiting for Nick to stop him. He wants to prove that he's accepted the consequences of hsi actions.

But again, he doesn't want to take the choice away. He won't leave until he knows it's what Wolfwood wants. Not because he isn't capable of making the choice himself, but because he's tired of taking it away from his friend.]