"I know. I know." Without thinking, he runs his fingers through the newly blackened part of his hair. "It's alright. I'm not pushing myself."

Yes he is. Doing those chores earlier to earn things for his sons was the most normal he's felt in some time. He's planning on doing it every day if he can find work.

"How's my boys?" He asks the twins who can't answer him. Trying to get the topic off himself. "I bet you two are hungry. Or at least could use a change. One of you stinks."

If Knives doesn't question or try to stop him, Vash will spend the rest of the evening looking after and playing with his sons. While reaching out and sensing for Cyril. Trying to let him know where his family has ended up.