I know it's hard. Can't imagine how it feels from your perspective, watching me throw myself against a wall again and again, but - [That... reminds him of something. He falls silent, worrying his fingers together. He makes a note in the back of his mind to bring this up later, when Wolfwood's had a chance to say his own piece. Vash feels guilty, piling on him otherwise.]

But I can see that you're trying. And I should be telling you that I appreciate it more often.

[There's still more they should bring up. Vash's potential decision to stay here. His tendency to run off and get hurt, or to isolate. But he won't broach the rest of those subjects until they've had a minute to breathe about this one.]