"Hey. So. Realtalk for a second." He rests his cheek on one hand, eyes on Wash. "I've been kind of a dick this past week. A judgemental dick. You're just- trying to get by and what works for me doesn't work for you and what works for you is bizarre to me but I didn't have essentially another person try to and then succeed in killing themselves in my head so- yeah. This is how you're coping."

He shrugs, free hand reaching up to toy with Wash's hair. It's longer than he's ever seen it- everyone more or less kept to regulation so this is- shaggy and not a bad look for the kid. The kid that's not a kid, that's very much a man that's been through a lot of shit. "I made your issues about me and that- that's not fair. Also I miss you. Seems kinda stupid to hold a grudge for a week when I went almost a decade thinking you were dead. You've changed. Punishing you for that is really dumb and I'm trying to not be that kinda dumb anymore. I'm a little old for it."