There is a small huff of laughter and then he smiles, expression undeniably fond.

"I am. I don't know the impression he gave you, he enjoys messing with people, but he is a really good guy. Patient in the ways that count with the whole PTSD thing," he said because he's not going to pretend he doesn't have it. Really, its harder to find someone who doesn't have it. "He's there for the good days and the bad days, gives space when I need it, and went at my pace even though he really goes all in when he cares about someone. Trusts me to know what I can handle and to be there when he can't handle something. He's sweet, funny, and don't let him fool you, he's a theater kid through and through. Hard to catch off guard, but when you do, its always the best faces."

He also knows Macaque is hearing all this because he doubts Macaque would stop after the panic Wash was in. He can only imagine how red his face is.

He could say more to get him redder, but he knows Maine has zero interest in any of THAT.

"He makes me feel safe," he ends with.

Because safety is something that was always in short supply during the war.