Azwel sees that attempt at discreet face-rubbing. He catches the slight change in the other's voice. Vash isn't okay at all.

He lies down behind him, then, and curls his arm around him, pressing his chest and middle against Vash's back, sharing his warmth. "No, you're not," he says softly. "You're not okay at all. I can tell. But there's nothing wrong with that."

He'd never stifled his own emotions, after all and, frankly, is a little unnerved by people who do. So he stays there, with his arm around Vash. "I won't press any questions, though."

And that is something he never thought he'd say.