[ He can't believe that. Yes, Wash has done some genuinely terrible things, but purposefully screwing up people worse? He doesn't buy it. Accidentally adding gasoline to a fire, yes. But not what the other man seems to be implying. Another flicker of hurt in his face; Wash pleading with him not to hurts too.

Miles tightens his grip on Wash's shirt a little more. Leaning down towards Wash, getting in close. ]

I'm stronger than that. And I want this. It doesn't have to mean anything. [ As much as that is usually antithetical to Miles' happiness - he's sure he wants it now. Something he'll regret later, maybe, but ... ] If you don't, then stop. I'll respect that.

[ It's all he can do not to echo Wash's own words back at him. Please. ]