[Crud. That definitely is a meaningful gesture and he doesn't want to turn down an opportunity to crack open a cold one with the boys Wash, because it always makes him feel like an actual adult, even if it's not beer.]

[He slowly lifts his face from the pillow, eyes narrowed, then sits up, and reaches out a tendril of teke to pull one of the cans into his hand. He pulls the tab, takes a sip, and sighs, looking off into the middle distance.]

I'm in over my head, Wash. [He says it solemnly, with a light shake of his head.] It's not on her, though. She's just...existing. If a guy looks at a sunset and cries because it's just that beautiful, is it the sunset's fault? No. It's the guy's.

I'm that guy. She's got me all mixed up inside, Wash. All mixed up. I guess I just can't handle the sunset.