Wash spent a few more minutes under the blanket breathing and trying to sort himself out. It was only after he stopped shaking and was fairly certain he could function like a normal human being (or whatever counted for normal around here, at least) that he pulled the blanked off his face and stretched out on the couch.

Given the quiet in the apartment and the exhaustion that followed close on the heels of a spent surge of adrenaline, it wasn't long before Wash fell asleep where he was, flat on the couch and half under a blanket. He startled awake when the door opened, but didn't wake up fully until Casey's announcement. "Strong," he replied, the word muffled by the fact that his face was still half-buried in the sofa. He'd sit up once coffee happened. Really he would.