Wash gives him a thoroughly sceptical look. "I can't do that." That's his first reaction, the instinct. He doesn't take days off. He isn't sure that he remembers how to take time off. He works, he trains, he sleeps. He presses closer to York side, unwilling to let him go yet. "Run away with me," he says impulsively. It's mostly a joke. "Let's just... run away. Other side of the planet. Hole up somewhere. Do whatever we want."