"eh, it's okay. We both know I'm the pretty one." It's- it might not be dressed up or dressed down but it's familiar. Achingly familiar and all that's missing is Wash snuffling around looking for coffee and bumping into Maine or North and just sagging there until someone brings it to him. It's more Wash than he'd seen him in the past while and- wow it's not just his face that won puberty- the arms are impressive.

And the abs.

Why hadn't he stared when he'd seen him shirtless- right. Grudge. This is- words york use words. "C'mon, I got us a table."