[Wolfwood has to bite his tongue, nearly in half, to stop himself from saying something mean and unhelpful. It speaks to how what he's gone through has affected him, maybe, that he's actually able to hold it back. The self depreciation is as expected as it is hard to listen to, because he knew that's what Vash was going to pepper his explanation with. He wants to tell him that, if he knew it was a stupid, fool idea, then why the fuck did he go through with it?

It's because he's always acted with his heart, not his head.

He looks down for just a moment, eyeing wherever Vash's hands might have ended up. On either side of him on the bed, or maybe in his lap.]

"The road to hell's paved with good intentions". You've prolly heard that one.

[Wolfwood sighs heavily, his nails digging into the arms of his chair.]

...when I woke up, Liv told me you took off into the woods, and that he hadn't seen you again. That it'd been weeks since.

You didn't plan on ever makin' it back. Did you?