"Life is like...this charcuterie plate," muses Vash. "Hard and dry and salty and sour. Yet somehow you can't stop eating it."
"Also," he adds. "It's better with beer."
"Yeah, life is also like some crappy shit that's full of suns and bullets and blood and sand," answers Wolfwood, "and you don't see me complaining about it. Guess the beer still helps with that, though."
Vash frowns. "You are a literal bundle of bad vibes and I don't know why I hang out with you."Afterglow == Honesty. Sometimes.
"Probably because no one else is patient enough to put up with your idiocy," Wolfwood muses.
"Yeah, right. Your trigger finger's fast enough when you see something you don't like."
"About that trigger finger, Tongari. I know you like it when I -"
"Wolfwood. One more word and I blow it off for good. Okay?" Vash says sweetly.
"How about we take this outside, Tongari," Wolfwood hisses.
"Yes," says Vash. "I think that would be a very good idea."
"Wait, hold on," says Wolfwood. "I'm not done with this charcu-whatever plate-"
"Yeah, you are," says Vash, and pulls him to his feet.