Wash catches the wave out of the corner of his eye - Gwen's not exactly at eye level right now - and heads over. He doesn't join her on the floor, however; he's not stopping until he can stop for a good long while, and that includes wrapping himself as tightly as he can in his blankets on his bed in his room and sleeping for the next forty-eight hours at the very least.

So no sitting. No collapsing. Not quite yet.

"Honestly, I don't think I'll feel good about any of this until I'm back on Legion World and I've had about a week to process this." He shrugs. "Are you handling it okay?"