"She tried to tell me. In Medical. Something about how it happened." HIs eyes. Something more than just that but it was as good a starting point as any. He was too doped up to make any sense of it and if he'd listened. If he'd double checked with her in the first place maybe-

He can't live in maybe. He let this go. He let all of it go. He moved on. And yet here he is, hanging onto Wash, like holding him will make up for years gone by without so much as a word.

For everything he's been put through because York fucked up.

"Didn't realize till Tex gave me that data. If Connie hadn't left some kind of message attached I would've called bullshit." And who had it saved? No one. Not him. Not wash.