[ Wash nods, quiet. An awful knot in his chest, a distance in his eyes. He reaches out to dig a little for where Miles has stashed the bottle, just kind of numbly handing it over to him before he wraps his arm around him again, pulling him closer to his side, covering his hand with his own. ]

Home was the first major loss I ever heard about, after deployment. [ Just reaching for something to say for, and landing there. Probably not the best choice, but he doesn't -- know. He's not good at this. ] There were quite a few people in my company from the same system.