"Be honest, there isn't ever a time and place to go 'hey guess what all your friends are dead.' Except Wash and- He'd never been all that sure where they fell on the sliding scale of antagonistic but not too unfriendly co-workers to actual bros. It fluctuated, a variable, and for someone that lives and breathes equations and constants under the surfaces, variables are an irritant best avoided or pinned down until they're made Constant. Picking at Wash till he fell in line with his worldview was a shit way to go about solving that particular equation.

So they're.

Something.

He scrubs a hand through his hair, resting his fingers on the chip where Delta lives before nodding. "I'll figure it out, I'm sure- and if I start being that guy again I'm pretty damn sure you'll let me know. Loudly."