[ He remembers. And now part of York wants to ask for Wash's help, his advice, ask him what's going to happen to him without Delta and just how bad things are going to get. He's already seeing things, already has two people promising to watch out for him. Already feels like he's going to need that. But Wash is eyeing him warily, and with his echoing the question rather than answering... no. He doesn't ask, not yet. He needs to apologize. ]

Laying low, trying to keep tabs on everyone mostly. Just trying to survive and stay off the radar. [ That's what everyone he's heard about has been doing, except Maine. He takes a slow breath. ] I'm sorry I didn't come back for you. I had to run. I couldn't let anyone get D.

[ He rubs the back of his neck, fingers brushing over the base of the implant, and sighs. ] Guess that doesn't matter right now. Not here.