The best that Wash can manage right now is a low hum of contentment as he lets Taylor pull him close against his chest, stroke his hair, treat him like something precious, like something that he can protect. It's a nice feeling. One that he could get lost in. He presses his lips against Taylor's neck, mouthing idly at it, tasting the salt on his skin.

For once, it's easy to forget what's lying outside.