For just a moment, Dave wishes Wash were more like his bro. Not Bro, but like, Dirk, who had totally let him off the hook and played along with his bullshitting when he was being embarassingly sincere and affectionate. Because Wash is being painfully serious about this and Dave doesn't think he can look the dude in the eye right now.

So. He doesn't. He just talks right into Wash's chest, trying very hard to keep a steady voice and only mostly succeeding. "You got shot in the chest and I'm probably aggravating the wound here clinging like a hysterical widow on her hubby's corpse at the funeral."

Well. He is kind of clinging.