[ That does get a laugh out of him because somehow he has a feeling those words are mostly just for his benefit. Vash has definitely seen some years, but he has seen the way the other moves. Talks. Enjoys the world, despite the way he sometimes sinks into grief.

There is not an old bone in his body. Unless he wants there to be one.

And he smiles and lifts himself up on his hooves to move his hand and plant a light kiss against Vash's cheek. Just a soft, gentle touch. ]

Thank you. I cannot say it enough. I will never be able to fully explain what that means to me. And I hope I am able to provide you the same sense of joy and comfort, as you give me.