"Because that's how I ended up in the project, and we both know how well that turned out." Family gone, squad dead, gorgeous woman that he thought he'd follow into hell and- well. After a fashion? He had. He'd been too gone to notice what he'd been giving up or giving into and Wash is right where he was but so much worse.

So much more has happened to him.

There's a moment of hesitation- he needs more space in the cuffs before he makes a move but Wash is right there, his helmet's off, and the hall looks relatively abandoned. He doesn't mutter an apology no matter how much he'd want to when he dips his head forward and slams it back as hard as he can.