Wash just nodded at that. Yes, he knew Tucker hated it. You only needed to look at him to see how this was wearing on him too, watching Wash lying in this bed and self-flagellating over how this was all so very clearly his fault. It hung around him in this haunted sort of way and Wash hated it, with every fiber of his being.

He didn't just need to get better for himself. He needed to do it for Tucker. It was the only way ever start letting this go, if he was ever going to.

Quietly, he reached out an arm for Tucker, and some of that frustration eased away. Come here, it's alright.

Even if it wasn't, not really, he'd make it so. Through sheer force of will if need be.