Wash's expression is soft and tender the moment he sees her. He's probably not the best person to be talking to her, now, but he's -- a good listener, at least he likes to think he is, and if she'd like him to, he'll do what he can. He wishes a little that he could've brought something for her, but what does he have?
A gentle smile, and he drifts closer. He's practiced at lying, so it's easy enough to keep the knowledge of what this is probably about out of his expression. He'd spoken to York not too long ago, and well. He knows what this is.
"Here, let me." Reaching out once he's within arm's reach, gently brushing aside the locks of hair clinging to her cheeks.
"Seems like your hair's always a little unruly, huh?" Soft teasing, not directly acknowledging that she's crying, even though it's clearly obvious. They don't have to talk about it if she doesn't want to. He can be a distraction, just as well. "I can help with that, if you like."
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A gentle smile, and he drifts closer. He's practiced at lying, so it's easy enough to keep the knowledge of what this is probably about out of his expression. He'd spoken to York not too long ago, and well. He knows what this is.
"Here, let me." Reaching out once he's within arm's reach, gently brushing aside the locks of hair clinging to her cheeks.
"Seems like your hair's always a little unruly, huh?" Soft teasing, not directly acknowledging that she's crying, even though it's clearly obvious. They don't have to talk about it if she doesn't want to. He can be a distraction, just as well. "I can help with that, if you like."