She's reluctant to do it, feels like she needs that control right now. But she reaches up and unfastens the latches, then pulls her helmet off. She doesn't look at York, focuses on Wash instead, who's watching her with what she can only describe as exhaustion. THere's despair in his eyes. She'd never wanted to see their rookie like this. She reaches ou, runs her fingers through his hair and bumps their foreheads together. "Hey Wash."

"Hey boss." He gives a weak smile. "Sorry I- I keep fucking up."

"You didn't."