Wash twitches and York's hands drop away in an instant, held out to the side, palms open, no visible weapons. Not a threat. Just him. Except for the fact that just being him seems threatening enough to what little calm Wash has left- which he loses in short order.

So.

That's still the same. And the sharp pitch of his frustrated and exhausted voice really shouldn't be comforting. But it. Kind of is. Because their lives are a mess on a good day and this very much isn't a good day for either of them. "Uh-"

Delta suggests listening for once. Just this once, maybe, and deal with their rather selfish feelings on the matter later. Delta is, of course, a reasonable person with solid ideals of what is and isn't appropriate in public due to several years of having York explain that shit to him. Delta is- well.

Easy to ignore in the moment.

"The part where I haven't done anything but walk over to check on you? I'm trying to help, man, that's all." Like he didn't when they ran from the MOI. Like he didn't in the field. Like he never fucking tried during the project and sure, acting out of guilt isn't exactly reasonable or responsible. "You look like you're about to collapse. Seriously."