[Ain laughs softly. As he finishes off that cookie, he nuzzles into Vash, simply breathing him in for a moment. Something about Vash's natural scent is nice and comforting. He hooks a hand into Vash's shirt, gripping tightly.]

Haha, really? I can fake being sick, if you want. I can lay in bed allllll day... you can carry me around... I like being carried.

[No way, Ain, you like being carried??? Like a princess???? Whoa.]

We can settle down [(platonic)] one day, and you can carry me every morning to the kitchen to make us breakfast. And then you can carry me to bed every night...