"It's not sad!" Wash protests. "I just... always had more important things to do. Like not dying. And before Freelancer I never liked anyone enough." He'd got on with the other soldiers he'd worked with, but not enough to want to fuck them.

He stays leaned up against York's side though as they make their way back to the room. He kicks the door closed once they're inside and leans back against it. Being watched constantly is not fun. He's tired of it. Even at the worst times with Charon, the rebels had been some form of escape.