He doesn't know. He doesn't know everything, but for a while, it's nice to pretend. Nice to think that in another situation this could actually have been something that lasted, where both of them could be honest.

The kiss is nice. Wash knows how to make it better. They can do better than that. He twists his hand, leans in and draws York up for a real kiss. It's a light thing, a tentative brush of his lips, but he thinks it gets his message across.