[ Wash immediately relaxes. That sharpness in his eyes fades, back to something more tired, exhausted as always, maybe more than usual. He nods, and there's a certain wariness in his tone, not at Tucker, just. At everything. He's tired. ]

Thank you.

I wish it were easier, but this is what we have to work with, here. [ Looking at Tucker, something like a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. ] I fucking hate it too, for the record.

[ Less of a CO, more of a friend. You aren't alone on this, Tucker, he just -- kind of has to be the responsible one. A lot of the time. But goddamn does he hate a lot of this, just as much as you do. ]