"Well, they're not wrong," Wash replies, He falls silent as they bring over the food. It's the same as everyone else is having for the most part, but they've done their best to make it look posh, like they're actually at a restaurant and not in the mess tent.

He squeezes York's finger. "I think I can take your word on that. Yeah, of course. I hope you can forgive me. Eventually." For so much more than York realises. He doubts he will be able to in the end.