[ Maybe he should have added this to his little list of thanks, too. Wolfwood's pretty sure he hasn't sat in anyone's lap since he was about two, and it's a treat that Vash is both tall enough to make that happen and someone whose lap he'd like to sit in. So he climbs on, careful not to press up against Vash's wounded stomach but winding his arms around him, grazing his lips against Vash's cheek. ]

I'm not gonna tell you not to worry. I worry about you all the time. But that whole mess gave me plenty on time to think, and all I could think about was how unfair it was that I couldn't tell you how much I love you before I went.

I'm not gonna put myself in that situation again.