Knives suppressed an exasperated groan, his ire intensifying as Vash ranted at him, the noise making his head pound even more than it already was. The ice helped, of course, but it couldn't quite blot out the pain, much as he wished it would. Even more than that, though, he wanted his brother to shut up and get out. He knew that tone, too - the idiot was going to cry any minute now, and he just-

"Don't," he said, eyes still covered but conveying with his voice alone a tangle of emotions that he couldn't sort through right now simply because his skull fucking hurt. It was too loud in here, and if Vash was going to insist upon staying, the least he could do was not burden his twin's senses with his caterwauling.