He's not sure why his other self is so cold. Wash understands that they're both tense. Wash wants to run, to stick a knife though something, to do anything beyond just standing there, perplexed. But the other Wash's time goes beyond just shock or frustration. Something has happened to him, something awful. Wash has seen that tired, practically broken look on his own face before, but it seems to be permanently engraved in the other man's face.

He steps forward, hesitantly. "I'm. Not going to hurt you, probably. And I think you'd be able to guess all my moves, anyway. But.."

But what the hell happened, other Washington? And why are you here?