"That's not-- York," Wash protests, but he knows the damage is done. Not much he can do about it now. "I was dealing with it, all right? God, I wasn't even sure if it was real. Wouldn't that've been a great conversation. 'Hey, York, can you see if I bumped my head or if I just went crazy again?' Fill me up." He pushes his glass towards her again. "I'm sorry, okay? I just-- fuck."