[ If Vash notices the whine (he does) he doesn't say anything about it. Instead he watches his brother with a likely unervingly hard to read expression, the lines of his face flat as he stares down at Knives with almost uncharacteristic intensity. It seems to soften as his brother's fingers brush over the features of his face, and eventually Vash lets out a sigh that's almost like an inflatable pool toy being deflated. ]

I don't want to lose you either, you know. It's not like I wanted anything like that.

[ He clenches his fists a little, the action repeated again and again, like he's looking for something to do with his hands. ]

That's why I'm trying to help. But you're so stubborn and you never listen to me.

[ It's practically petulant. Sure he probably could have gone about this in a better way, but it's the thought that counts right? ... honestly, the both of them could do to learn that the method of getting somewhere does, in fact, matter. ]