"...want me to get you another beer?" Because that seems like the best option here. He makes no move to do so, tentatively reaching out to ruffle Wash's hair, keeping well away from his neck for so many reasons not at all connected to a history of paranoia, violence, and implant trauma.

Just. Friendly hair ruffling.

"Walk me through it then, what are you try'n to figure out? What to do about it, what not to do about it, how to live with it?" He can offer some advice on every flavor laid out and a few oddball ones besides. Probably why Wash came here in the first place.