There's a flicker of confusion that makes him look very young before he figures out what that is actually supposed to mean. "I don't think calling Carolina would really help you," he says instead.

The guard takes out the armour along with him, leaves just the two of them. Wash pulls off his gauntlets to better hold the chip, then rests one hand against the back of York's neck, just neck to the port. His skin is very warm, can't resist rubbing his thumb against it. And then he slides the chip home.