He offers. He actually makes the decision himself without being forced into it. For a moment Wash can hardly believe it. He'd thought they'd have to force York's hand. This is better than they'd hoped. And yet at the same time... at the same time there's a bright anger that comes with it. A part of him that wants to take York's shoulders and shake him until he sees what this is, until he grows up and stops trusting so easily, like Wash had been forced to. How can he still be like this? Just trusting because it's him when everything has changed? When Wash is like this?

He smiles instead, a faint shadow of what it had been but more than York's had from him since things had gone to hell. "I think we can use all the help that we can get."