"Weird." Where does this one come from, then? It's a memory that he can reach out and touch, the weight of the air, the rumble of the thunder. The sudden crackling cool in the wind as rain starts to fall. There's a swing on the porch and York tugs Wash over there, settling up- and without thinking about it? Tugging him into his arms.

Because he seems off balance and that's not fun. "Where did you grow up?"