"Yeah." He thought he'd known before, back when he'd thought they were still just friends and had been more than happy to leave it that way. Now, Wash had no idea, and he didn't know how to go about finding out.

Of course, Ziva could always throw him headfirst into it. Again. He at least managed to avoid choking audibly this time, but there was no way he could keep a straight face; luckily, Ziva wasn't looking at him at the moment. He swallowed hard, unable to push back the thoughts that swamped his mind at Ziva's question. Where did he want to be?

With her, that small part of him insisted. She made him smile without trying. She made him happy; she was good for him.

The other part of him balked at the thought. He was broken. He didn't have anything to offer her that wasn't already twisted or tainted by Allison, and she deserved much better than that. He winced, struggling for words he just couldn't manage to grasp and settling for another lame answer when he couldn't manage anything else. "I...don't know that either." He swallowed again, trying to push through; it beat dwelling on his words. "What about you? Where do you want to be?"