[Wolfwood doesn't know the half of it. Not that Vash is trying to obscure what happened. If asked, he'll talk about it. But giving both men a sob story about his injuries and his near death experience, or a tale of faith as he was saved by a god he isn't so sure either of them believed in? It didn't feel right. They'd suffered for no reason. Vash had only gotten what he'd deserved.

Wolfwood is right that he can't avoid his gaze any long though. He tries to at first, eyes fixed over the man's shoulder. But it doesn't last. He meets his eyes and —

for the first time he starts to tear up. The sickening blue is gone now, leaving the gaze he's far more familiar with. If he really felt like being sappy, he'd call it the eyes he fell in love with. Gross.]

I'm sorry. [He ignores Wolfwood's hand, in favor of laying his forehead against the man's shoulder. It's probably too much to ask for. He knows he doesn't deserve it. But his heart aches and his body hurts and je just wants to be selfish for a second or two.

Only that. His head lifts just as fast as it'd come to rest against him. His gaze lifts to Livio now.]

To both of you. I shouldn't have left you. Ignored what you asked of me. And I'm sorry it took... Took what it did to get me to realize how bad I messed up

[Only now does Vash take Wolfwood's hand. He clutches it between both of his own, gentle at first, then firm. He forces himself to stare at Nick once more.]

But it's not your fault. Please, please don't blame yourself.