[He chuckles, a low sound, and leans back against Vash in turn. Hopefully he doesn't mind if he stays like this for a moment to get some of the pressure off his good leg for a bit.]

I don't mind it too much. You ain't half bad, yaknow.

[And Vash's piano playing is something to listen to when he's stuck in bed, which has been more than he'd like as of late.]

You're right though. I mean, s'half the reason I got the church to begin with. Nobody really hangs out there but me.

[This is a lie when the pigeons and Pure Vanilla exist.]