"Red. Safeword, dude. You never really had a chance to explore the scene, huh?" Not like most of them did but- to get out of his own head sometimes he needed to. It hasn't been safe in for fucking ever but then it's a hand on his skin and it'd be so easy for Wash to snap his neck and be done with it. Just the fucking night before he'd had his hands all over him, had his fingers in him, slick and desperate and now?

Now York understands some of that desperation. He's always been a thief but Wash was stealing whatever time he could for as long as possible.

Then his head is awash with a familiar shade of green and he can't keep himself from sobbing.

sorry i'm sorry i'm so sorry i thought you were gone i thought you were dead i thought i thought i thought i'm sorry-