[He rolled his head when he felt his hand being squeezed again, blinking up at Vash from his spot on top of their hands, only to blink again in bewilderment before he was being hefted up out of his chair, stumbling just a little bit as the words kicked in. Five seconds later than they should have.]

Whuh-...? Me? Wanna...wanna sleep with me??? [His face twisted, tears in his eyes. But he'd been in the bar so he wouldn't have to! So Vash wouldn't have to see him when he woke up!] I didn't-...But I...made you upset! Ya hurtcherself cuz'ah me!

[And then his arm was being hefted up over the other Vash's shoulder, and he was leaning against him, pointing at himself and tilting to look at the first Vash around him, very nearly risking toppling over.]

I ne'er thoughcha'd wanna see me again! I jus' keep hurt'n yah! [Whether the hiccup that caught his breath was from the alcohol or a little sob was anyone's guess, but the tears that spilled off of his lashes and the way he sniffled for a few breaths lent evidence to the fact that it was more than likely one over the other.

Wolfwood was no lightweight, but even he didn't often drink almost two bit, whole bottles of hard liquor. He was really going to regret this when he woke up the next day.]