"...Rookie?" What the hell. This isn't- this wasn't- he's supposed to bitch. Supposed to ask if he's serious. Supposed to look up at him with wide eyes and call him a jackass for leaving him behind- there should be any other mix of emotions in those eyes not this weary slump of resignation.

What the ever loving FUCK did they do to him?

York slips further into the room and reaches out, resting his hand on Wash's shoulder. "Come on. I wasn't kidding, we gotta move."