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    “You turned off the gravity?”

    York leaned back in the hospital bed. He didn’t hurt, despite Wash’s occasional frenzied glances at the chart on the table just inside the door. York just needed to be checked after an accidental spacing, which had left him shaken, and, now, mostly bored.

    York was pretty sure Wash was beginning to regret that York didn’t have an injury slowing him down right now, seeing as the banter had started at the speed of light. 

    “I was rushed!” Wash protested. “We were in the middle of a firefight!”

    “You turned off the gravity, man.”

    “At least I did my half of the infiltration.”

    York raised a hand. “Now hold on. You’re going to blame me for…” He lowered his voice. “D tossing me out the window?”

    “Um, maybe.”

    “You turned off the —”

    “It was an unfamiliar system!”

    York chose not to mention that most of the systems they worked on were unfamiliar, and how he specifically had been unfamiliar with the first-hand effects of a grenade to the face, and would Wash like to hear about that. But he refrained, because CT had left that morning. York thought she was selfish, traitorous, and a lot of other words he wasn’t going to call her in front of Wash, but that wouldn’t help.

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I LOVE the difference in how they physically carry/show their emotions :D And their banter. Man.

I have missed Wash and York being bros. I love those two together, and you write them so well!