[ York nods along with the not-quite-orders; it's just what he was planning to do anyway, talk to Ratchet and the prisoner, so it's easy enough to agree. He's got ideas on how to get in to see her, and lots of things to ask her. Hopefully they'll let him in sooner rather than later.
'If you need anything,' Wash says, and squeezes his shoulder with the hand that York had forgotten was there. Heh. He has no idea what he needs right now. Time. Space? Something to hit. He's still got questions but he's not sure in some cases whether Wash would be willing to share, and in others whether he'd even want to hear the answers. He laughs bitterly, then bites back the sound. ]
Sorry. Just.
[ He reaches up and puts his hand over Wash's, trying to draw comfort from the contact. Wash means well. Is trying to be there for him. That matters. Makes a difference. ]
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'If you need anything,' Wash says, and squeezes his shoulder with the hand that York had forgotten was there. Heh. He has no idea what he needs right now. Time. Space? Something to hit. He's still got questions but he's not sure in some cases whether Wash would be willing to share, and in others whether he'd even want to hear the answers. He laughs bitterly, then bites back the sound. ]
Sorry. Just.
[ He reaches up and puts his hand over Wash's, trying to draw comfort from the contact. Wash means well. Is trying to be there for him. That matters. Makes a difference. ]
I don't know what I need right now.