"Guilty as charged." Now that the panicked scramble of what the fuck was up with Wash and holy shit threat has come and gone- York settles back into his usual posture of casual, harmless dude bro. Hands slung in pockets, head tipped back to meet the Chief's eyes. "Guess the talks about me? Whatever he's told you it's all false. I'm an amazing shot, a great bro, and absolutely nothing he says about Casbah actually happened."

Not one bit. Because they don't talk about Casbah.

Still- Wash here for long enough to open up to the Chief? The reason that they won the war and that anything worthwhile actually happened. It's a little bittersweet, meeting him, a wry twist to his lips- but. It's nice to actually look in the face of the man that saved so much and realize-

He's just a guy.

"How long should I give him?"