[ It's just smalltalk at this point, or so York thinks, so he grins and lets it trail off into companionable silence. Both of them just looking out at the approaching storm. He's about to say maybe they should head back in when Wash speaks again. ]

...without really meaning it? I don't say things I don't mean, Wash. That gets me into trouble sometimes.

[ His lips quirk, but he knows this is serious. He breathes out. ]

I think we'll be actually okay. I just need to get to know this you a little more. It feels like you're telling me the truth, anyway. Do you get that feeling from me?