In hindsight, it's not really surprising that York had decided to tough it out and make her own way home, but christ. It wouldn't kill her to at least tell him when to expect her. But for once, Wash bites back the reprimands and goes to get her some water, pushing the glass into her hand before she can up and disagree with him.

"You idiot," he says finally, sinking into the chair by the couch. He can hear the cat moving around in the next room, probably working her way out of the pile of clothes she'd decided to sleep in to see what's going on. "Stay put, all right? No arguing."