And for a moment all he can see is the sight of York's armor on the ground, the way he'd had to choke everything down and take care of it and then he's back in the present and he's moving before he's even really aware of it.

And he's got a hand out, gloved fingers just touching the armor York's wearing now, just to know it's really there, that it's solid.

"...You...I mean, I your armor..." Jesus Christ, Wash, pull yourself together.

"I don't..."