This is familiar and that makes it easier. He knows how to be thrown without damage, how to fall and how to break holds. They're muscle memory by now, so engrained he doesn't even have to think. And he desperately needs to not think right now. Watching Carolina and York move is always incredible to see. They'd been the top ranked on the leaderboard for a reason, and Wash had never quite been up to their level with CQC.

He falls where he's thrown, York pins him, body pressed against his. And it's electric for a moment. He sucks in a breath, tongue flicking out over his lips as he stares up at York. It's deja vu, going right back to the rebel base the first time they'd kissed.