"You're crazy. We can't just... just leave. Can't just stop." The boss would be unhappy and that didn't usually lead to anything good. Wash was already in trouble, even if he'd come back. "Not all of us have a best friend who can help rewrite our brains and understands everything."

He tenses up when York comes to sit by him, stiff and unhappy. "Everyone's wearing a fucking skin tight suit. They don't get to do that."