"You aren't. I don't. You- c'mere baby." He tugs. Squeezes Wash's fingers and tugs and pulls and nudges until he can have him tucked up close against his chest, arms looped around him to hold him tight without restraining him overmuch. None of them need that right now. Lips pressed to his forehead he holds Wash for a moment. For a few. "It's not like that."

How it exactly is, he doesn't really know how to say. He wants to say he does love Wash. Has said it. Has meant it, even, but it needs to matter. They can make it matter. "You're enough. You're more than enough, and I don't feel bad for you- well okay that's a lie, I feel bad for both of you having to live under hargrove's thumb for the past however long- but not so much that this is me trying to make you feel better. Come on."