[ the hand held out to him gets held in both or Vash's, the right thumb, ungloved, touching the knuckles to make sure they really are working. Warm.

The question is met by the blue eyes so, so wide behind the tinted lenses. But he squeezes the hand he's holding, gently. ]

Yes. I'm... I'm sorry. He did that. He's not himself, but he did that and I was too late.

Do you need. Anything. [ His lips twitch helplessly, remembering the last conversation he had with non-ghost Wolfwood... Whether or not it was even the same one. It doesn't matter. ] Water?