Wash puts his arm around Chief's waist and squeezes back, already feeling a little better. The world's gone to hell again, but the fact that they can still have this, even for a few quiet moments in the corner of a hangar, soothes that just a bit.

He huffs at the question. Moment over, courtesy of Master Chief. "I don't know. Maybe? I'm used to losing people - the places are mostly ancillary. Most everyone made it out, so..." He gives a halfhearted shrug. Wash hasn't made a habit of allowing himself to miss anything he's lost - it would have buried him years ago, and even now he's not entirely sure he'd handle it well. The fact that Legion World was a place instead of a person somehow doesn't make much of a difference - that bit of logic can't patch over the hole in his heart that its loss has caused.

But he's sharing that loss with everyone, and who knows - maybe sharing will help.

"It still felt like home, though," he finally says.