"You're ours." That's the best way he could think of putting it. That Wash was theirs and Carolina was theirs and he was theirs and they all belonged to each other. There was probably a better word than that but nothing came to mind, not when he had him bundled up close, a hand in his hair, leaning back into Carolina. When he was with Wash before and he thought it was just them- he'd felt whole.

Now?

Now he knows that was only half of what it could've been. Now he feels like he's home. "I'm yours."