The hug ends up being the only thing keeping him standing, Wash all but sagging against the other Freelancer, and he almost doesn't seem aware of what's going on because all he's seeing are the images.

All of them dying, over and over again, his eyes staring at what seems to be nothing. "..No, no, no....I didn't...I tried... I'm not like that... It wasn't me.

I don't..." He's shaking, even if he's not aware of it, his body quaking inside his armor and he's trying to claw his way out of the memories, the flood threatening to overwhelm him.

"...It's not real, it's not real," The words are like a mantra falling from his lips, and he just needs it to stop.