[ if garrett asked, Vash would tell. It wasn't a secret that he felt he needed to keep from the other; it was part of garrett, after all: it wasn't his secret to keep.

But the other claims he wasn't going to ask what it was, and carefully, he lets go of Garrett's hand, if the other pulls away to himself, he'll not hold on tightly, but. He'll also let the touch linger--maybe it's comforting? ]

If you ever do want to know, we can sit down and talk.

[ the offer is there. we're friends after all. ]

Either now, or later--that's up to you.
We can find something else to talk about while you're like that.

...I'd offer to take you flying, but. I might not be able to pick you up properly, like that.