It occurs to Wash when he sees Kubo come in, laden with an overly large fruit basket, winded and worried, that Kubo has already lost both of his parents and that Wash nearly biting it would have made three. No wonder Kubo is upset.

Not for the first time today, he feels guilt gnawing at the edges of his stomach. He should have kept his guard up. He never should have let this happen.

But he can worry about that later. Right now, Kubo is his priority. He takes the fruit basket from him, setting it on his bedside table, and pats the bed next to him. Come get a hug, Kubo. "A little, yeah. You plan on having some too, right?"