There is, of course, the half second where he considers letting Wash drop. They've had worse falls and come away fine and it would serve him goddamn right for the whole...everything. Delta submits a more appropriate and less passive aggressive course of action: Waiting until the last possible moment.

It's as much a test of their shared reflexes as anything else. Half a second is spent calculating how far Wash could drop before they could catch him and what would be an acceptable point of no return. Settled on a neat 35 degrees from heel to head they stand. Wait- and snap in to catch him around the shoulders at what isn't the last possible they'd be able to- but longer than should probably be acceptable. "Got you, ki- wait. Shit. You're older now."