Wash bites his lip. Tries to dial his tone back a little, but the shock still wears at his expression, and the hurt bleeds through despite himself. For all the time he's spent trying to keep his emotions at bay, he feels too raw now to keep from laying them all on the table. "I just-- why would you ever think that?" he says finally, desperate to figure out what's going on in her head. "I wouldn't have-- I wouldn't be telling you this if I didn't--"