Wolfwood wakes up in a small room in an inn. As he looks around, he spots Vash sleeping in the only other bed. He gets up and walks across the room.

". . .Wolfwood. . .what are you doing? It's the middle of the night. . ."

"Well Spikey. . .if I have to dream of you, I'm going to enjoy it. . .at least your not in a dress this time."

Your not-" His eyes widen as their lips met.

Wolfwood pulls away quickly, and his face held a look of horror. "I-I'm not asleep!"

Vash was unable to move, his eyes wide with surprise. "…wait! You dream about me?"

Wolfwood backed away, heading towards the door. "Spikey. . .I'm sorry. . .I never meant for this to happen. . ." He turned and ran out the door, leaving his large cross and Vash.

Several minutes passed, before Vash was able to move. He sat up, staring at the door in disbelief. "Wolfwood. . ." Vash knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, so he grabbed the large cross and went to search for wolfwood.

He searched the desolate little town, eventually finding him slumped over in an alleyway. "Wolfwood!" He runs over and shakes him gently.

"Go away. . ." The priests voice sounded hollow, lacking any emotion.

"Wolfwood. . ." Vash refused to leave him.

"If I had a gun, I would shoot you. . ."

"No you wouldn't!"

"Give me my gun and we'll see who's right." His eyes never left the ground, afraid to look at Vash.

Vash set the large cross beside Wolfwood, and straighten back up, taking a few steps back to watch him closely.

"Spikey?" He looked at him, with a look of confusion on his face. "Why?"

"Because I know you won't can't shoot me. . ." A nervous smile appeared on his face, as he began to shake.

"Yeah. . .you look like you trust me. . ." His expression became very sullen.

Vash sighed now looking very serious as he walked back over slinging the cross over his shoulder.

"What do you think your doing?"

Vash punched him in the face, causing him to fall to the ground. "We're going back now. . ." When Wolfwood didn't respond, Vash picked him up, and throwing him over his other shoulder.
"God, your fat. . ." Vash whined

"Then put me down. . ." He kicked vash in the stomach roughly.

Vash flinched, but turned and walked back towards the inn.

Wolfwood stopped struggling. He blushed slightly, as he was carried back to their room.