No, nothing harder than lemonade, that's a good choice. He hums a little in agreement, happy to stay close to Vash's side, and with Wolfwood's hand tight in his coat. As much as he would love a drink or twelve -- it's been a long decade, okay? -- he may still be able to do something for this Vash here, and he should be sober for that. Last time he had spoken with them both, they were going to go dig up a grave, and now with Rem's announcement, no wonder he's having a rough day! Maybe Vash here would like a drink, huh? He didn't before, in December, but after the week – month? – he's had, this might be the time to start. This might be the ideal time to lern about how well alcohol can blur away things like that, at least for a little while.

And as for Wolfwood...

He has to be careful not to look too long in Wolfwood's direction, because he's going to get caught staring like a big soft fool. But he can't help it! Somehow they've both come out the other side of this war alive... and okay, there's still some hurdles that they need to address, some things that will need to be said, but he's not thinking about that right now. Right now he's really just wants to look at him, walk with him, listen to his voice. Stand beside him, and feel his warmth.

Apologize to him, god, so many times. For everything.

“Speaking of sorry,” he offers at last, “I owe you both one for leaving like that. I swear I didn't mean to!” Well, that's not entirely correct, is it? “I mean, I was going to leave, but I didn't mean to sneak out in the middle of the night!” He would have at least waited until morning! “Would you believe, I woke up three feet in the air out by J--”

Does Vash here know that Rem is living next to the ruins of July? Sorry Vash. Sorry if this is new information. “Out by Rem's place. Next to July.”

Whatever forces conspired to drop her station next to the ruins there, Vash would very much like to talk to them about their choices.