He was silent for a while, which was as rare for him as Zoe's waver. As well as Wash seemed to be taking his death (He'd already freaked out about that. That's how he worked. He freaked, then he was fine. Well fine-ish.) he did not seem to be taking Zoe being ALONE for five years with as much grace.
"Uh. Oh?" he tried then put a finger to his mouth and tried again, another thought clicking and locking disturbingly into place in his understanding.
"Did...did you? Make a new life?" Five years. Five years. He just couldn't get the thought out of his head. It cycled and trailed through his brain causing his eyes to flutter and his head to cock. His hands jammed into his pockets.
He'd missed it all. Been gone. Not there to help. Not there. His face was consternation.