Well, that works out well enough. Wash shifts a bit - he's stiff and his back is sore, and he'll need to work that out once the doctor decides he's had enough bed rest - but eventually settles in as Dave does. He keeps one arm around Dave, elbow bent and hand resting on Dave's head, lightly stroking his hair.

He snorts at the muted sass. "I'd make a joke about how my life is full of emotional armored hugging, but it doesn't make sense if you haven't met Caboose. Also, you're acting like I read what they write about me." He reads a few for the hell of it - only the ones that come highly recommended by the fandom at large, and anonymously - but Dave doesn't need to know that.