"...ok." He's still apprehensive but- he follows Wash. Steps through into that impossibly heavy pounding of rain- his clothes slicked to his skin in a heartbeat, the flick of his hair flattened out against his skull. Loud. So goddamn loud he can't hear himself think or breathe and it's like a rumbling in his bones-

He clings to Wash's hand, lost and terrified for the sudden surge of both familiarity and utter alienation.