[The longer he watched those rocks fly, the more he began to wonder when he was going to stop taking his frustrations out on random bits of debris and just hit him. He was honestly a bit surprised he hadn't, already. Maybe this Wolfwood was a bit less...punchy than the one he knew.

But then if his words had been impossible to misinterpret, regardless of how subtle he'd tried to be, Wolfwood's were downright blatant. He felt himself puff up a bit, giving him a look that was equal parts irritated and imploring, his hackles raising for the first time since they'd started talking.]

Hey, I've just been through some things lately, alright? I've always been sensitive, that doesn't mean I can't take care of myself! I've been doing it this long! [How are you feeling to dealing with a whiny, petulant man-child of a Vash, Nicholas? Because this one certainly has his moments.] I just don't want you hating yourself like this, alright? You say you're different than the man I knew, but here you are, saying all the same arguments he always made, and I know he hated himself! You're a nice person, alright? I didn't get to say it to him enough when I had the chance, and he died thinking he was a monster, but he wasn't, he was one of the kindest people I knew, despite all of his flaws!

[Yeah, no, if they aren't talking around it anymore, he'll just go right out and say it straight. While also having himself a big, old pout, shoving his free hand deep into his pocket and sniffling rather loudly while he tried not to start crying the way Wolfwood obviously expected him to.]