"I hope so." On both counts. And he's gross, but she's holding him anyway, so he drapes a heavy arm over her in return. He hates feeling this way, wishes he could just sleep the rest of whatever the hell this is off. Ideally she won't get this sick, but Wash isn't an optimist -- right now he's just hoping he'll be better by the time she's this sick so he can return the favor of the past few days.

"Thank you. For staying, and looking after me, and saying all that." He knows it's not easy for her to talk about those things, but she did it anyway just because he needed to hear it. He did listen. And he'd have to be a lot sicker than this to not remember.