He meets Maine's eyes, and it's Maine. It is him. Wash's chest hurts to see him like this, and he wonders if this is what it was like, Maine's last gasp before he became the Meta.

That wet breath prompts him to move faster, jogging the rest of the way up to him and then going to his knees in the snow in front of him. He reaches out, pulls back, unsure of what he should be doing, and then reaches out again to touch Maine's face. His fingers curl, unknowingly against the tattoo at the back of his neck.

"It's me. I'm not going anywhere. Just... breathe."