The almost-laugh got a bit of a start out of him, and he looked down at him, his eyebrows lifting up toward his hairline as he did so. Not that Vash wasn't prone to strange emotional reactions - he'd seen them enough times to know it was just par for the course - but there was something about the laugh that made him feel it wasn't exactly the same as him laughing when he didn't mean to. It sounded too genuine, even as aborted as it was, and that...was a little confusing.

But he could tell, watching him as he was, that his strength was finally beginning to wane, so he chose to save the confusion for later pondering and simpy shifted so that he could gently wrap his arm around him and give him something to lean on as he began to sag. he could still reach the sidearm tucked inside of his jacket if he needed to, this was fine.

He half expected to have to catch him as he dropped right off to sleep as he stood there, but then the questions came, and even before he could decide how best to answer the question of where they were going, he was asking about...someone, and Wolfwood's brow furrowed in bewilderment.

"Is who ok, Vash? Who are you worried about?" Because they could see Blondie in the distance, safe and sound, so it wasn't him.