[Unless Wolfwood downed it, there's still the water on the bedside table. Vash even gives a helpful nod that direction, before turning away. He goes to grab the piano bench, dragging it over so that, if nothing else, they both have a place to sit and watch each other.

It's going to be a painful conversation. The least he can do is get comfortable, especially if Wolfwood isn't intending on leaving.]

I didn't really sleep. [He freely admits it, at least. No sense in lying when they're trying to have an honest conversation.] You were real cold last night, Wolfwood. I didn't want the fire stayin' out on you.

[He is, notably, keeping the word "Nick" far from his lips. It would remain to be seen whether or not he earned that right again.]

Do you still wanna talk? Hell, do you even remember having that conversation. It's alright if you didn't just - [He gives a heavy shrug.] Just know that you can walk away at any time.

[Maybe he's stalling, but he has to be sure about this. It wouldn't do either of them any good if he started dumping on Wolfwood who hadn't given his proper, sober assent to the conversation.]