Vash didn't grab onto him for support when he tripped, but that didn't mean Wolfwood's free hand didn't instinctively shoot out to grab him by the glowing pauldron on his shoulder anyway, trying to help him keep his footing. He kept one eye on him even as he listened to the other talking, looking between them with obvious concern before he gave a sympathetic grimace.

"Oh Hell, Needle-Noggin, you'd know better than I would. I hardly even remember my mom, I wouldn't have the foggiest clue how to talk to her about the weather if I met 'er again." He let the hand holding the shoulder armour shift down to the fabric of his coat so that he could give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, the hand on the man at the end of their little chain reaching to put a more substantial press against his side. It was awkward, wanting and needing to comfort both of them at once, especially when they were in motion the way they were, but damn if he wouldn't try, anyway.

"I mean, maybe don't give her specifics. Just that you were there when it happened, and it's upsetting to have to see the ruins every day you're out there. Worst case scenario, there can't be much out that way, right? It'd be safer to move the family closer to a place with more resources. By the time I was-..." And there was, his mind dimly supplied, another reminder that he was both too young and too old for the things he'd been through. "Old enough to be in the field, there wasn't really a reason to go out that way."