[ York crosses the room to the water cooler by the door, getting Wash a cup of it while he sits and recovers. He doesn't miss that look as he offers the water. ]
[ He's a little skeptical about the 'nothing' but at least Wash is feeling better. He looks and sounds better, excepting the blood on his face and knuckles. ]
I'm glad. Be sure to wrap your hands.
[ But as Wash turns away: ]
Wash, wait, if you... if this happens again you'll let me know, right? We can figure this out.
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What are you thinking about?
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[He takes the water.]
It's nothing.
[He guzzles the water down and gets up.]
I'm going to go clean up. Thanks for...
Thanks.
[He doesn't want York to keep digging and prying and fussing because he'll be tempted to actually let him in.]
I feel a lot better.
[He's saying it so York won't worry but that doesn't make it untrue.]
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[ He's a little skeptical about the 'nothing' but at least Wash is feeling better. He looks and sounds better, excepting the blood on his face and knuckles. ]
I'm glad. Be sure to wrap your hands.
[ But as Wash turns away: ]
Wash, wait, if you... if this happens again you'll let me know, right? We can figure this out.
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[He's lying.]
[But he's been doing a lot of that lately.]
[And he's not likely to stop anytime soon.]
[He leaves it at that, walking away, trying to feel less guilty over what he's hiding.]