Wash straightened up and headed behind the couch, leaning against the couch back - all the better to get out of everyone else's way. He wasn't surprised to hear that Rose ran off, or that survivor's guilt had hit her pretty hard, but blames herself sounded a little too specific for a so-called accident. "Why would Rose blame herself?" C'mon, Bones, give him the whole story.

He faltered for a moment. Casey was too sharp by half. Still, he hadn't made much of a secret of the fact that he knew it. As much as he appreciated Greg sticking up for him... "No, they deserve to know." There wasn't any way to say this that would make it better - might as well spit it out. "I was the first one to test the theory. When the Nox took over the carnival, they took me with it." He sighed, looking at Casey. "Which is part of the reason why I always tell you to have backup. I didn't, and I paid for it."

Wait. Wait. Greg wanted to do what? He reached out and grabbed Greg's shoulder, forcing him back down on the couch. "You could barely get down the stairs. You're not going anywhere."