"Yeah but-" Jesus that doesn't help him think, the slide of Wash against him not any slicker than it'd been before but it's so fucking distracting. It's been so goddamn long but he had a rep back then and he means to keep it now. "What. What do you want. Words, David."

He leans down enough that his cheek is resting over some of the scars on Wash's chest, breathing slow and even. "I need to hear you say what you want. So much of what they did to us happened without our say so. I'm not gonna be that guy."