That was actually pretty solid advice, of the type that Wash usually shrugged off in favor of his own coping mechanisms or sheer stubbornness. The thing was, neither of those were working for him today - or very much at all anymore, really.

"I used to do that," he said after a few seconds of silence and several attempts to assemble his thoughts that ended in utter failure. "Handle everything alone. I didn't have a choice." Because he'd had nobody left that he could trust; those who hadn't been lying to him all along had died before he'd gotten to see them again. "But...I don't think I can do that anymore." He'd gotten too accustomed to having a team - to having friends - to go back to handling everything alone. Not if he could help it. "That's why I called you."

"So...thanks. For coming."