There's no good way to tell it, you did fine. I guess I'm glad I'm here, too. And not alone.

[ York reaches up and grips Wash's arm, manages a weak smile. The other man means well by it, meant well in telling him. He just... has to sort through it all, figure out what it means for him now. And even with Wash coming from their future, even with all the bad news, he's glad to see his friend again. Glad he's up and about and functional, even if he's not really okay. ]

Right now we've got things to focus on, that'll help.