He can tell this is hard on her, and he understand it, he does, but it doesn't make it any easier to take that look. This is just difficult. But it's out there now. No taking it back.

And this, at least, he's been expecting. "Course I know that," he says, his voice rough. He's... wondered, now and then, he can't lie about that, but the way she looks at him-- it's not the way it was when they first met. When she was seeing a ghost in his eyes. "I've known it for months. We're-- different. Both of us." Wash swallows. Tries to get past the lump in his throat. "Doesn't-- it doesn't change how I feel."