He slumps at the touch, reluctantly lets York pulls his hand away from his neck. They're going back to the rebel camp except he's a lot less whole than he had been last time. He doubts he could muster even a fraction of the control that he would need to be the merc again. Not now.

He tilts his head, gives York a slightly confused look when he says that, a frown between his eyebrows. Feels a little off. Something has shifted and he's not sure what it is, but it leaves him unsteady. Maybe it's... everything. Being proud though, that gets a small smile from Wash. "Finally did the right thing. Shouldn't have taken this long."