[ hearing the faint wobble in Dimitri's voice, Vash's eyes wander back to the man at his side - and this time, there is a quiet recognition in them. it doesn't strike him they are the same person, not at first... but the resemblance... it has to be familial at the very least. a younger brother? ]

...Hey. Don't worry about it; this guy's real tough and he's not gonna let anything happen to you.

[ no... it can't be. if he were, wouldn't there be some kind of recognition between the two of them? Vash is shrugging out of his black long coat, draping it over the kiddo's shoulders; he's sure not all of the boy's trembling is from the chill, but maybe it'd be comforting as well as warm. ]

What's the last thing you remember?

[ can Dimitri feel the side-long gaze from his shoulder? Vash is looking at him, too, as if asking the quiet question he hasn't voiced aloud. ]