Wash is spending the extra few seconds steadying his breathing and his mind. Chronoblivion had fucked with his memory. The Reds and Blues hadn't left him to die; they'd adopted him. He'd never gone back to jail; he'd made a home with them, chaotic as it was. Everything else that had followed - Carolina, Chorus, the Legion - was real.

It's a weight off his shoulders, even if he is still somewhere in the depths of space cthulu.

He snorts. "What, were you going to beat my existential crisis into submission?" Still, he doesn't let go - Pidge probably needs this as much as he does.

"Well, Chronoblivion had me convinced that everything good in my life was a lie, so no, but I'm getting better." He pauses, then gets to his feet, pulling her up along with him. "C'mon, let's get out of here."