Of course he was worried, of course York would say not to be. Wash mirrors York's smile, reaching out for some chair to pull to York's bedside so he can sit down next to him -- and immediately moving to grip his shoulder as Wash starts to reach up and feel over his bandages.

"They probably put those on you for a reason, you know?" Giving his shoulder a gentle but firm squeeze, trying to urge him to lie back down. "I"m sure you'll be just as good-looking as before."