[The water that was previously violently sloshing between them slowly settles, now that they're both still again and the faucet is no longer running. Wolfwood is still looking back at Vash over his shoulder, the angle a touch awkward but no less worth the strain. He's realizing, in his time spent with Vash tonight, that this is the first time he's seen him smile. His smile is real, full, and genuine, not hiding a century's worth of grief and turmoil. It's not faked, to make those around him believe he's doing better than he actually is. It reaches his eyes, filling them with the same kind of spark that he sees them get when Vash talks about his hopes for saving the world they came from.

Love and peace on the planet.

He exhales on a laugh, sitting up just a little bit so he can turn his head directly, instead of leaning his head back upside down. Then, he'll use that vantage point to kiss Vash's lips, slow and gentle. It's almost chaste.]

Yeah. I guess I do.

[Then, he reaches out with his thumb and forefinger and lightly flicks the center of Vash's forehead, instead of kissing it like he'd done for him.]

And because I love you so much, I ain't even gonna be mad that I have to scrub all of your sticky jizz out of my leg hair. I'm gonna be lucky you didn't give me a waxing I didn't ask for.