[Oh, don't worry. Being held wont stop the pup for long. The moment there's a lapse in Pure Vanilla's hold on him, he promptly darts over to Vash again. Shoves himself onto his lap. Tries to stick his head into his tea cup. Syrupy tongue going a mile a minute. And he does it as quietly as he can so Pure Vanilla can't scold him.

Which doesn't work as Pure Vanilla makes a noise and Lavender flops dramatically against the Faerie. Fine. He will lay here and grow mold!!

The clink of the bottle makes him huff the softest laugh. Yeah. He figured. For himself, he doesn't yet, instead picking up a few salt cubes to dissolve into his tea.

And the statement makes his brow furrow.]

I... [Hm. He cradles his cup with his hands.] I know you will disagree you deserve it, because I feel the same way and I believe we are two similar hearts about certain topics, but I must apologize. I only vaguely recall what I did to you, but I recall enough to know I hurt you terribly. That... that is not me. I love, yes, but to harm someone...!

[His fingers tighten, the cup creaking a little dangerously under them.]

I cannot even hunt to feed myself...

[He sounds close to tears. Lavender whines and scoots over to lick at his elbow, getting a hand down to pet him.]