That's a strange way to put it, and Wash isn't certain of Tucker's meaning. He shouldn't ask, but he has to. For his own peace of mind.

"What do you mean better at me? Tucker, you -- this entire conversation just proves you are everything I saw in you. A misstep here or there doesn't change that. You learn from it and you only get better." His mouth quirks a little, and Tucker can't see it behind his visor but can probably hear it. "War does fucking suck. Hang in there."

Although he means that, and Wash might wish that his entire life wasn't war because it does suck, he also isn't sure what he'd be without it. He's a soldier. Has never been anything else, doesn't know how to be. For now he moves past that, hoping there's something better for at least his friends down the line. And Tucker's idea is actually decent.

"You know him best, if you think you can bait him into spilling that could work. But..." It's not that he doesn't trust Tucker to get the information. It's that he wouldn't just be talking. Wash shifts uncomfortably, finally reeling his hand back in because to be touching Tucker as he says this feels like too much. "I don't want you to fight Felix."