[For a moment, Wash just stares at the needles and yarn in his lap. It would be that particular shade of sky blue. Just his luck. He sets them aside and listens instead.]

[He pauses, thinking over his words. Part of him wants to tell Bones, because it might help in the future, because that's how this sort of thing works; the other part knows it's a bad idea.]

This isn't the part where you get my tragic backstory. I don't think I'll ever tell you. It's not that I don't trust you; it's...well, if you heard half of what happened to me in Freelancer, you'd have a fit. The Director didn't have our best interests in mind.

[He's getting off topic.] The point is, I don't sleep much anymore anyway, especially not with Casey waking me up every time he sneaks out. If you can't sleep and you want to talk... [He trails off and shrugs. It's an offer.]