[ There's no hesitance. When Vash extends his hand, he will find Pure Vanilla taking it readily. It's the reason he asked Vash to meet him. Not just because of the promise of the pizza, but because Vash understands.

So Pure Vanilla squeezes the hand in his, fingers curled gently around it. ]

Thank you, my friend. It hurts to think about... but there is a piece of him still with me. His soul is safe from the corruption that might occur. There is closure.

[ He raises his other hand to wipe at his eyes, inhaling a little shudderingly to stop the tears, shaking his head. ]

Please, let us speak of merry topics? I fear if I begin to cry again, I will not stop.