"Dive bars have the best food anyway." He shrugs, rubbing his thumb over Wash's knuckles. It feels right in a way that very little has since he woke up alone in his head. Since he woke up and he wasn't alone.

Bitters, true to his word, brings around two glasses of water and two bottles of some kind of local beer that looks ice cold and that's really all that he needed.

The breadsticks were a surprise.