Wash finished the thought, so he wouldn't have to. The words were out there, now. Greg didn't say anything. Wash was perceptive enough not to need the confirmation.

Shifting his weight, testing his legs, he gave a small nod. "Sure... yeah, I think so. Peri--"

He glanced back again, choking on her name. Ah. She was backing off. Greg couldn't deny, it was a bit of a relief. All this was... more than he'd bargained for, to say the least.

He swallowed around the queasy lump in his throat. "Take... take care of yourself, okay...?"