"When's the last time you actually got some rest?"

Vash looks up. His bottle-green eyes meet yours like a startled deer before he realizes that it's only you and gives you his usual ersatz smile, and he turns back to the desert sky with a low chuckle. You come to a halt at his side and gaze over the balcony, continuing, "You should sleep."

"Maybe I will," he muses, glancing at your moonlit profile. "Give me a minute?"