"Yeah, well, I had enough dead people in my head." A little bitterly. "I didn't want to have to actually see your face in that state, York. It was all I could do to keep it together when I was detonating your armor." And the nightmares after that had been hell.

But he'd gotten through it. Wash rubs a hand over his face.

"...Not that I'm not glad you're alive."