There's nothing he can really say to deny that, but they've known each other so long now that he can't see them as anything but completely separate people. "Well-- shit, York." Wash looks like he doesn't know what to say, only he does, there's so much he can say, it's just that he's missing the words to express it-- and when he does open his mouth he can't stop. "I mean, you're-- you. You've got my back and you look out for me and you're smart and gorgeous and funny and you give back all the shit I give you. You're just-- you're everything I ever wanted."

He pauses to take a breath, steady himself. "And-- I trust you. More than anything."