[Vash's high spirits are appreciated because Ain's anxiety is going (BURHRUBRRURRHBRURRBRRBRB) at him. He might just clip into the ground with the force of how much he's shivering, and he'd like to blame the cold, but uh.

He takes Vash's hand and gives it an "I'm totally fine!" squeeze and lets himself be hauled up.]

I was using the one with the jean jacket and sewing a pocket onto that jacket. When I turned to get more thread, it moved and startled me, so I slapped its head off. [...] I think I jabbed it with the sewing needle when I was embroidering, too. ...Do you think it hates the jacket?

[ain.]