[ He gets the message loud and clear. Maine means well, however much he's acting like a nag about it. And for all that it's a little annoying, Wash gets it. He understands. So when he makes a low hum of acknowledgement, it's not bullshit. He'll make an effort not to keep forgetting to use the salve.

Glancing away from the bottle, he looks out across the water. This is going to be terribly sentimental and he knows it. But if there's anyone he can tell this kind of shit to, it's Maine. ]

I came here once or twice with my family. My mom didn't have a lot of money, but every couple years, she scrapped together enough to bring me and my sisters here on vacation for a few days.

[ Wash speaks about it matter-of-factly, almost like he's recounting a vid he watched instead of his own life. ]

After everything that's happened, I don't know. I wanted to see it again. [ He huffs a soft laugh under his breath. ] And with tech like this, figured I'd give it a try.