[ York and Wash are too far apart in the storm to notice one another. On opposite ends of the line as they're hustled to medical. But the exotics room is another story. York was cold in just his undersuit so he's already put on the Cetagandan fatigues, and is now looking around at the others; the pacing blue girl, the dragon moving furniture, and the hillbilly trying to break everything. He focuses on everyone in turn until he comes to Wash.
...there's no way.
Is there?
York squints his good eye, then opens it wide to stare. It is him. Older, more scarred, and with a wary expression that York's never seen on him before, but that's Wash. He feels a pang of guilt as he gets to his feet and works his way across the room -- he left. He left his friend behind in a horrible state. There's no making up for that, but... Wash is here.
Maybe he's not alone. If the other man can forgive him. ]
exotics room, first day;
...there's no way.
Is there?
York squints his good eye, then opens it wide to stare. It is him. Older, more scarred, and with a wary expression that York's never seen on him before, but that's Wash. He feels a pang of guilt as he gets to his feet and works his way across the room -- he left. He left his friend behind in a horrible state. There's no making up for that, but... Wash is here.
Maybe he's not alone. If the other man can forgive him. ]