[Vash doesn't relish drinking. He probably shouldn't even get in the habit, considering his current state. But there's something different about driniking with Wolfwood. It brings to mind old times, earlier days before they really, truly found themselves wrapped up in one another.

Maybe WOlfwood would have been better off without him. But Vash can't say he feels guilty that they wound up here. He could afford a little selfishness after all these years, he liked to think.]

We're two different people. Just because we love each other, doesn't mean those differences are gonna go away. We just have to... learn to work around them. [He takes a sip of the alcohol, wrinkles his nose, and then passes the bottle back. He does his best to not think about how this is the first time he's tasted Wolfwood's lips in weeks.]

I won't pretend it doesn't suck. That... I know I can't really share how I feel sometimes but... [He trails off. He's making too many assumptions here. It's part of a larger conversation that they need to have, perhaps even if a few seconds. But first... ] I wouldn't expect you to put someone you don't know above family. But in turn... if it comes to me... please don't ever put my comfort above the lives of others again.