Wash is just as shocked to see the other man's face. At first, he's convinced that the haggard man who looks so much like him is his father. Which can't be, no, his father doesn't like cats. His father can't know he's here. Wash tenses up, takes a step back.

But the more he looks at the other man, the more he realizes that the other man isn't his father. The other man looks like him, except a few years older and very, very worn.

What. The fuck.

"Who," he demands, his voice shaking just a bit from fear and disbelief, "are you."