[ Kniveses, in general, don't listen well to anyone. Vash just shrugs at the thought -- it'd be worth trying if the situation arose, certainly. He'll always try, always be first in line to talk to their brother and see if this time he can hear another perspective. But he's past the point of expecting it to work. The best he can hope for at this point is a kind of companionable distance -- they don't try to hurt each other, but that's in part because they don't get close enough to.

It's lonely. He hates it. But what other options does he have? ]

Hmm?

[ Sorry, he was miles away! But that raised hand makes younger Vash's intentions clear just a moment later. With a wince -- sorry, he knows it's the right choice, but ugh he's going to be grimy for days -- Vash nods, and drops into a sit right where he's at so young Vash can reach his hair. ]

Thanks. And you're right, July's... it's not there anymore, but there's still people living nearby. A couple more of us, for one!

[ There really are a ridiculous number of Vashes on this planet now. How in the world will the world survive that many typhoons? ]