York is very very close to him suddenly. He can feel the warmth of his body full flush against his. It makes his pulse race, a faint flush on his cheeks and goddam he's always been pale. Up close, Wash can see every detail of York's face, the laughter lines around his eyes, the way his lips curve. And there's an attraction that comes from competence, from having someone who knows you as well as anybody.

He can feel York's breath against his lips.

He licks his lips, apprehensive suddenly, and very aware of how long it feels like they've been like this.