York had floated the idea of allowing the Cetagandans to replace his eye by him, and Wash had been -- wary, to say the least. The Cetagandans have been more than hospitable, have treated them more like guests than anything else, but he's still more than suspicious of their motives, about what really happens in that lab. The idea of any of their technology going into any of them has Wash on edge just instinctively. Something could go wrong, and even if something doesn't go wrong, he just doesn't trust them.

But well, he knows that York's more than aware of the risks, too, and it's up to him in the end -- Wash had made sure to emphasize that most of all, that it was his decision, that he was behind him no matter what he chose to do. He's been restless ever since York went in for the surgery, just tried to focus on their plans, on everything else they had to think on, and he's in the barracks when York shows up at the door, escorted by a Cetagandan guard, still wobbly on his feet but looking well enough with bandages carefully wrapped around his eye.

He immediately follows loosely behind them, waiting patiently enough as the guard encourages York to lie down, and once they leave he's moving forward to York's bedside, hesitant. Maybe he should leave him to rest, but.

"Hey." A gentle nudge against York's arm. "Looks like you made it out."

Haha the Cetagandans didn't kill you on the operating table. Ha.