[Quite a bit! Oh boy!!! Wolfwood feels a knot immediately start to form in the pit of his stomach, and this time he is not strong enough to stop himself from knocking back another swig of liquor. He'll scoot himself back a little on the bed as well so he's not hunched over the edge of the bed like a gargoyle, sitting now against the wall instead.

Familiar. Very familiar.

He props one arm over his good knee and listens as Vash explains himself, head slightly tilted to one side. He's not looking at him directly, more at the wall across from them both...at least until something prompts him to glance over, looking at the blonde over the rim of his shades.]

Have...I been doing that?

[Yes, you have-

But he looks genuinely surprised. Not in a "how dare you accuse me of doing that" way, but in a "I had no fucking idea" way. His brows knit together, the space above the bridge of his nose wrinkling as his shoulders slump back against the wall.]

I mean, I-

[He knows he's a hardass. He calls Vash all sorts of things all the time. An idiot is probably the least of those things, but he never...]

I didn't know you felt that way. You never said...

[...]

M'sorry, Vash. I didn't mean to...I don't think you're an idiot. Like not in a genuine way, I mean...like yeah you're stubborn, and you frustrate me sometimes with the shit you pull, but I never meant it like that. Shit...