Vash was a mess. His life was chaotic and hectic and all over the place, he never had his life put together and didn't even know where or how to start if he wanted to. Sure he wasn't comfortable how he was, who he had become but he was still here and that was something to be proud of. A fic where Vash is known as a circus clown, not a stripper, and Wolfwood is more than happy to play full-time boyfriend and give part-time therapy cuddles (includes free therapeutic bubble baths folks, get it while it's sudsy) This fic is about the 1998 Trigun, if you watched them orders one you might not fully understand. The cover is taken from the anime, I do not own it and all credits to the artist. This work is also fanfiction and interpretive art.