[Kyna has noticed that Wash doesn't seem able to just hang out with her anymore—everything is calculated now, like he's constantly trying to make up for what he did. She's not entirely sure how she feels about that. It seems unfair, somehow, but telling him to stop could make him feel worse, and she doesn't know how to explain what she means, anyway.
So, when Wash shows up with a bottle of wine and a blanket, Kyna isn't entirely shocked. She smiles a little, tilting her head.]
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So, when Wash shows up with a bottle of wine and a blanket, Kyna isn't entirely shocked. She smiles a little, tilting her head.]
Hey. What's that for?