[Wash doesn't say anything and for once, Tucker's glad he doesn't have to hear whatever Important Wisdom he might have to offer. He moves to rest his forehead against Wash's shoulder - easier, more comfortable. His breath feels like it's half-stopped gasps when he thinks harder about what he would've wanted to tell Church.]

I just-- He-he was an idiot, Wash. Never knew the right thing to say, he was an asshole, and he hated us, I just... [he trails off, tries to get his breath and slumps against him. He's got to get a lid on this or he'll never shut up. He'll never live it down if the reds find out he was crying over Church.] Jackass. [But there's no malice or bite to it. Just hurt and weariness, a little wet around the edges.]