[York clenches his jaw and just shakes his head, bringing his other arm around to grab a fistful of Wash's shirt.
Because, really, it's not Wash's fault - it's his.
York was the one who started this, who probably made their whole friendship really awkward now, and Wash is the one who just doesn't want to get into trouble.]
Don't be.
[He says quietly, still keeping his head buried between his arm and Wash's neck.]