[Aaaaand that's when York practically hears years of friendship going down the drain. His eyes shoot open and he forces himself to pull back, taking a few heavy breaths that catch here and there. Their hands are still together, but when York realizes this he lets Wash go. He walks around to get to the bed, reaching over to grab Wash's helmet and hold it out to him.
The pain of the rejection is seeping in, and York doesn't think he can lose his best friend just because he wants to date the guy.]

I'm sorry, Wash.