Wash nods in agreement. "Yeah, that sounds good. No more secrets. But don't worry about it, okay? You--you did what you had to do." The last thing Wash wants is for her to feel bad. She's been incredibly brave, he thinks. It takes guts to tell the truth, a truth that you know could put your life at risk.

"So let's appreciate some takeout," he says with a small smile, and opens up the boxes. Steam and the smell of generic Asian wafts into the air.