"No, you didn't." Memories from years ago may have been what's hurting now, but memories from a few days ago are still fresh in Wash's mind. "I told you to back off and you didn't listen to me. I was having a fucking breakdown and you didn't listen to me! You didn't give me space because I asked - you gave me space because Chief told you to." It comes out snarled and angry - York had admitted to as much just a few minutes ago, so he can't well be angry for Wash calling him on it.

The snarl creeps into Wash's expression with York laces his fingers. He knows that gesture intimately - he does it himself sometimes when he's not thinking - and he fucking hates it. It may not be on purpose, but it sure isn't helping.

"Like you have room to talk. You didn't give a shit about anyone who wasn't Carolina." It's a low blow, but as far as Wash is concerned, it's true - anyone would have known it just by watching how York acted around her.