[Ratchet watches Wash for another moment, his eyes bright and sharp, before something seems to click into place and he just nods shortly, once.]

You got it, then. [He reaches out and takes Wash's hand, gripping it briefly.] Honestly, I'm just as happy to not have any of you mad at me. I think I still have bruises from when you were trying to train me how to not get my ass kicked. It came in handy, by the way.