It's a compliment that Maine gladly accepts. He casts his friend a little smile, clearly pleased that Wash likes his choice of helmet. Bullheaded as Maine so often is, he values the opinions of his teammates. Values Wash's opinion in particular.

There's a reason Maine posed with the Brute Shot for Wash rather than for Carolina.

Maine shifts then, settling back onto his elbows instead of his hands. Apparently content to just stretch out in front of the fire. He looks to Wash again, wondering if he should say that he's glad Wash is here. Wondering if that's true, or if it's pure selfishness. In the end, he just twitches his lips up and nods, trusting that Wash will get the gist.

He doesn't want Wash to be stuck here, too. But shit, it's nice to see his friend.