Vash shakes his head, fiddling with the radio. The speaker hisses as he adjusts the volume and band, making sure that it's still set to the right channel. Waiting is hard. He already knew he wasn't very patient, but after this he's discovering that he actually hates it.

"He was a long ways away, but he called on the radio and said he was okay, and he was coming home as soon as he could." There's a lot more to it than that, but it's family business. Mr Livio is a good kind man, but, sorry, he's not family. He's not a plant. "But then the, um. The person he was with said he disappeared again, and I don't know where he is."

Vash rubs at his chest, over his heart, his gaze drawn again to the city in the distance. "I know he's okay, but..." But who knows where he's gone to now. Who knows when he can return.