[ ... vash here was staring with concern at both of them, the waves of self-loathing from Wolfwood nearly intense enough to properly register, and he swallowed hard. He was half tempted to wrap himself around the man's back to soothe some of that, but ... it was not his place. It never had been.

And Vash...

He swallowed hard at the words, looking down for a bit. ]

When it's too much... I run away. I run and I run, until there is someone who needs me. And only once I've managed to help, even a little, do I deserve things for myself again. And by then the need to dull things isn't... that pressing.

[ His voice was quiet and going even softer. Talking about himself was. Hard.

But if the other Vash did fall asleep, Vash could relocate them all upstairs because yes, he did need rest. So did Wolfwood. ]