"Never said you couldn't be pissed off about it, or miserable," Wash replies. "Just that you've still got a life. Might as well make the most of it."

No, he doesn't know how Maine made Delta feel. Not here. Doesn't want to think about what happened to Delta when he was taken by the Meta.

"Don't need to know someone to know that a breakup doesn't mean the end of the world."

He takes a breath, his fingers clenching where they rest on the bar. Maine in recovery, his throat bandaged. Maine with Sigma's flames circling him. The Meta, looking and sounding like Maine, but hollowed out and awful.