[ There's worry in there too, but Miles is here right now, and if it isn't clear enough already Wash doesn't intend to let that change. Not easily, at least. He's lost so many people, and it's ruined him in many ways, but built him up in others -- he's learned to well and truly to appreciate what precious little he has, the desperate few friends he's managed to somehow cling onto. Carolina. Tucker. Even goddamn Caboose.

He doesn't make friends easy. He'd meant that, from the start. But now that you're one, Miles, he doesn't let go easy, either. He nods again. ]

Far as I'm concerned, all that means is that you've already beat ridiculous odds.

A little time travel probably doesn't change them all that much. [ A little levity to his tone, here. But he understands how grave the situation is. ]