[Wash hangs around long enough to make sure Bones makes it to the bathroom, and to pull sweats and a t-shirt out of his room (one-handed, because the other was covered in whatever gunk Bones had gotten into) and leave them by the bathroom door, before heading to the kitchen and taking over the sink, scrubbing at his hands for all he was worth and making a low, disgusted noise in his throat when he finds that the slime isn't water-soluble. Whatever this shit is, it's awful. No wonder Bones looked so bad.]
[It's not until after he manages to get all the slime off, dries his hands with a paper towel, and throws it into the trash like it insulted his mother that Wash takes stock of what's happening in the kitchen. First aid kit's on the table - probably from Casey. Good instinct there. Bacon smells amazing. Greg and Casey are intact. Bones is back - looks like he never actually left. And Wash...Wash wants to go collapse on the couch and not get up until sometime next week, but this isn't about his problems. This is about getting Bones stable, getting things in the apartment worked out, and his exhaustion can take a backseat until that's accomplished.]
[He raises a hand to his face and rubs tiredly at his eyes.]
no subject
[It's not until after he manages to get all the slime off, dries his hands with a paper towel, and throws it into the trash like it insulted his mother that Wash takes stock of what's happening in the kitchen. First aid kit's on the table - probably from Casey. Good instinct there. Bacon smells amazing. Greg and Casey are intact. Bones is back - looks like he never actually left. And Wash...Wash wants to go collapse on the couch and not get up until sometime next week, but this isn't about his problems. This is about getting Bones stable, getting things in the apartment worked out, and his exhaustion can take a backseat until that's accomplished.]
[He raises a hand to his face and rubs tiredly at his eyes.]
Remind me never to go in the sewers.