"Don't call him that," Wash and Carolina said, and after everything, it was more obvious that it was a programmed reaction. Wash gave a frustrated noise and pulled away from both of them, going to curl against the back corner of his bed, knees drawn up to his chest. He banged his head back against the wall a couple of times, eyes tightly shut. Fuck, he couldn't do it. He couldn't stop it.

"Wash..." Carolina began, reaching for him. She knew what he had to be feeling. He'd seen her in the same state.