No, if Rem had been in danger, they would have been having an entirely different conversation. Vash was avoiding the centerpiece, but he was not lying. He was out here because of memories, and memories alone. Things he could not change, and usually kept deep, deep inside, but right now they had exploded and overwhelmed him in the worst possible way. And memories that, perhaps, could be bad for the other Vash as well, for all their differences.

But the rainbow exercise, while it didn't work as such - there was no way for Vash to have known it would rub on what was already torn, after all - was not far off the mark. Having specifics to focus on, outside of his head, was helping. While he might still have been shaky, and rattled, and likely far too pale, his eyes were now focused rather than glazed over or hollow, and the smile was solidifying a little as he squeezed Vash's hand back. "It's... pleasant, yeah."

Then he made a bit of a face at Wolfwood. "I apologize because I am sorry. It feels like a bit of an overreaction, now." His voice only wavered a little. But also... while there were times that he had broken down this badly, if not many, in the past, he had usually been alone. Being cared for, becoming the center of attention, as now? It was precious, it made him feel warm inside, which, juxtaposed against the memories of JuLai, of Nai, made him feel guiltier and more undeserving. Something he was carefully skirting away from, for the sake of not crashing back down again. It was the last thing either of the other two needed.

And probably himself, either.

He swallowed, hard, and let Wolfwood arrange them, close, not letting go of the other Vash's hand unless his was let go of, and then he would sling his arm around his shoulders, holding on to them both.

"Lemonade. A drink of lemonade, Wolfwood. Harder stuff can wait, right?"

And the last was to them both. He remembered that Vash had nudged Wolfwood about wanting to drink, himself, too.