He sits there quietly as Chief moves, almost instinctively adjusting the blanket around his shoulders. Huh. He should ask for things more often.

That thought crashes and burns in the next moment. No. He never should have asked in the first place- he has no idea if Chief wants to do this or just feels like he has to as part of a friendship thing- Chief doesn't know this stuff, and Wash can't just go around putting expectations on him-

Never mind how hard it is to defy a direct order from Master Chief; he should've just left. "It's fine," he says, shaking his head and looking down at his lap. "I shouldn't have asked you anyway. I overstepped."

And yet here he still is, lacking the willpower to leave. Dammit.