[ York sits, leaning back and watching Wash as he speaks -- like he thought, it's about the missing time. Everything that's happened to make Wash so different. He's quiet at first, wanting to let his friend lead and tell him whatever he's obviously struggling with, but. Then Wash says it's good he got out and the guilt rises back up. He left Wash there. And he lost the others.

He swallows hard, shaking his head just a little. It's not his fault Wash had a bad AI experience, but he could have done something more. York sets his own hands on the table, near to Wash's but not touching him, not yet. ]

No. I should have come back for you. I'm sorry, Wash. [ A little sigh, then. He can't change the past, just learn it. ] What's happened since? I'm guessing we haven't found each other again yet.