"David." York corrects, slipping up to get his hand between Wash's skull and the wall. All he needs is a suit of armor- hell. All he needs is a port to connect Delta. They can work out the rest. They WILL work out the rest. "Babe- Hey."

He flops down onto his side next to him- leaving room for Carolina to do whatever, and tries tugging Wash away from the wall. "Don't do that."