York knows that look. It's not just because it's Wash. She's seen it on other men's faces before. Old boyfriends. Her dad, when she'd caught him looking at her mom like that once in a while. And yeah, on David's face, too. But she knows this isn't her David, and...he's long since stopped seeing Sean when he looks at her, she knows that much.

York feels her chest tighten, hairs raising on the back of her neck. It's nerves, just nerves, like she hasn't had for a long time. She doesn't even try to swallow, balling one fist tightly, rubbing her thumb over whitened knuckles. She tries to smile, but it comes out mangled and small. "Y'know, when we first met, you were wigged out just by my existing," she says, trying to play it off, trying to lighten the mood, but nobody would be fooled. Wash has her attention, that's for sure. All of her attempts to seem casual just fall through. She tries to laugh, but it just comes out as a nervous breath. "So -- what changed, huh?"