"Not your fault," Wash replies. He slides his fingers down and around, curling just behind his ear. "You didn't know. No-one knew. Charon hid us. Of course they did." It's easier to admit that now that he's not caught up in the anger and bitterness that Charon encouraged.

Wash glances up at Carolina, flashes her a smile as he keeps stroking York's hair, enjoying the contact.