He leaned up and kissed his forehead again as he let those eyes shut. Later, he'd make it a point to find a bracelet or something that he could put Wash's ring on so he could wear it until he was out of this place. Maybe it was silly, but... he just wanted them together, linked and happy. Like they should be.

Slinging one of his arms onto the bed, Tucker settled his cheek on it, watching him. Watching the monitors. Watching his chest rise and fall. Watching him. He sighed, feeling his own weariness dragging him down. He loved Wash. Wash loved him. It was going to be okay. They'd figure it out one way or another.

That's what they always did.

Maybe...maybe if he just closed his eyes for a minute...