And it takes time, it takes more time than he'd probably be willing to admit, but he slowly starts to still, his breathing slowing from rapid gulps to something approaching normal and his vision starts clearing.

And he's becoming more aware, the feel of fingers sliding through his hair distracting him and then..

"...York?...You're really here?" It's barely a whisper but it actually sounds like Wash and not whatever it was that had a hold of him since he'd first laid eyes on the other Freelancer.

"This is real, right?" Because he wants to believe it and he lifts a hand, glove coming to rest against his cheek, even brushing against the scar on his face.

"...You feel real.."