Nevermind that they were more or less shooting at each other earlier- that voice? That twists in his gut like a knife and has him stepping forward when he should be watching his back- but it's Wash. it's the kid, the Rookie, the one they shouldn't have left behind. He reaches out, slow and wary of a negative reaction, to rest his hand on the kid's shoulder. "If we knew where to find you we would've- I would've gotten you out of there."