"It is now." It's flat and not terribly loud, but it's there. As far as Wash is concerned, David died when Epsilon tore him apart - there's nothing viable left of the naive rookie that stayed on the AI implementation list because he wanted a goddamn friend.

"Uh-huh." He holds his hands out, less than six inches away from York's back. If York falls and leans against him, he'll give it a moment or two before pulling his hands away, letting York drop another few feet, before catching him again. He's not going to drop York, but he's also not above a fakeout.