Wash presses up against York's side, nudging him with his hip as they head towards the door. They don't exactly run back to their bunks, but it's a close thing. People get out of there way. There's a few whistles and Wash makes a mental note to assign them extra guard duty before remembering... it doesn't matter.

"Your place?" he murmurs, leaning in to nip at York's earlobe.