[razlo is attentive. he catches the way vash has moved toward him and stopped himself multiple times. he knows how the independent keeps to himself in general, afraid of being close to people, physically or emotionally. knows that words very rarely get through to him.

that's just as well. razlo is bad at words. action is a far better way to communicate, as far as he's concerned. so he leans over to bump their shoulders together.]

I ain't laughin', ya overgrown weed. Y'want me to hang out nearby while ya go around town? Promise to put ya down if y'go feral? [it sounds harsh, but... hopefully vash gets that it's razlo's way of trying to help.]