"Hey, it's mine too," Wash says. The tension's really breaking, now, and the smile he gives her has a lot more sureness behind it. He squeezes her shoulder and then drops his hand, not wanting to crowd her.

"You guess, huh?" he asks, tipping his head at her. "That's-- good. Okay. Whatever you wanna do. We can go out. Or stay in. Or-- anything. I just-- you know." He chuckles, still smiling, but there's a twinge of nervous excitement running through him. "Doesn't matter. I just wanna be with you."