[Under the gazes of both York and Delta, Wash fidgets a little. ...Or a lot. Then they're talking again, and he splutters a little because he is so not awkward. ...He likes to tell himself that, anyway.

He's done spluttering by the time York pats his shoulder, and he looks up at that grin. That stupid grin... And again, he listens to the banter between York and the AI.]

I didn't think that he does. ...I just--I don't know, it's just kind of...weird. ....And I'm not awkward. [Liiiieeeesssss.] I...just don't know what to...or how to...I mean, it's--he's--a computer program. I don't know how to talk to.... You know what, I'm just...gonna stop talking now.