[He's glad to hear Vash correct him on that, honestly. Knowing it's still okay to rib him like he always used to makes it sound like their dynamic isn't meant to entirely change, just...this one specific detail of it. That, Wolfwood is confident he can be more conscious of going forward. He'll make sure of it, at the very least.

Wolfwood's expression sobers a little. And for a moment, he looks...touched, genuinely, hearing Vash say that. It's kindof a huge deal for him to hear, given that he's done nothing back home but direct Vash right into the lion's den.]

I...need you too. You make me a better person, even if I'm still managing to fumble shit anyway.

[But he's trying, and Vash has acknowledged this. Which ends up leading into...

Wolfwood sits forward off the wall just a fraction, turning his head a little to try to look at Vash's face. He might not be able to look at him directly, but this is good enough for the time being.]

...Thank you, Vash. Seriously. Like, I know I sound like a hardass and a broken record, 'specially since...I know that ain't always somethin' you can help. But I...

[And now he sits back again, looking at his empty open hand in his lap next to the one still clutching his bottle of Bride.]

I worry about you. And every time you leave like that...I worry it's gonna be the last time I ever see you.

....'specially now.

[Knowing what they know. Knowing that his time on this earth is now cut extremely short.]