Wash didn't have any words anymore - not after that explosion. He sat, tense, head nearly on his knees, silently shaking himself apart.

He didn't have enough energy to keep this going. Whatever had brought him back and reassembled him had left him with nothing left to give. Slowly, the tension eased out of his arms and his back, leaving him in a heap on the couch, with the Stones still playing quietly in the background.

You can't always get what you want
but if you try sometimes
you might find
you get what you need

Well. That was fucking opportune, wasn't it.

He couldn't quite manage a laugh, bitter as it would have been; he just huffed a few times, before even that collapsed into erratic breathing.