[Without hesitating, Vash leans into that hand, hard as he can. He's a bit like a cat with the way he nuzzles in, appreciating a gentle touch after the harshness he's exposed his poor body to. Some part of him still bellows that he doesn't deserve this, but he keeps it tamped down for the time being.

He might have been content to sit like that, if not for Pure Vanilla's... unique choice of wording. It makes him grin despite everything, a breathy little laugh leaving him along the way.]

I know it will. And I'm ready to do it. And do what's necessary but... [He sighs against the skin of Pure Vanilla's palm.] He's the one who asked for a break. It's his call when we talk again.