Ugh. [He groans, kinda kicking the door closed behind him but following easily enough.]

You'll pass out after that, no, you gotta eat first, Wash.

[It's been weeks since he's said his name and it feels like coming home to an old friend to say it. But he seriously really does worry for him. Maybe he can logic his way into stalling.]

Plus, you eat first, you have more energy, which is more for me later.