"I think she's got a plan-" He huffs between kisses, leaning back and slipping a hand out to catch against Wash's skin. Shoulder, arm, wrist, hair- it doesn't matter as long as he's got something to ground him. A reminder that these aren't ghosts.

They've got scars, they've got wounds- but they're alive. Got hell to pay for what they've all done by hiding or trying to keep moving forward bu- they'll make it.