[He doesn't have the energy to fight with Vash, otherwise he'd call that bullshit too. But he doesn't feel like being catty. It's hard to when the paranoia feels like it's trying to eat him alive.

He exhales a couple of breaths against Vash's shoulder. The sounds are still roaring in his ears, his skin is still prickled with the feeling of something lurking right beside him, but instead he forces himself to focus on the feeling of Vash's hand against his back.]

I still hear it. I feel it. If I open up my eyes I see it. So just...be my senses until this goes away. If it's real and it kills me, I'll haunt your ass.