He loves her.
He can not deny it; after everything that has happened he still loves her. However, he is not the naive rookie anymore, now he is just a broken man trying to make up for all the harm he has caused. He has scars, both physical and mental, that plague his mind and body. He is not the man he once was, this Wash is tired and world weary.
This Wash still loves her.
Arizona is not the woman he loved though; she is an iceberg adrift among a sea of memories that has broken off from some distant land- her former self. He misses her bright eyed enthusiasm and the way she used to laugh. Hell he even misses the way she used to babble excitedly about things he could never understand.
Now she is distant and quiet, but she still uses humor as a shield. Now, however, the humor is all snark with an edge to it that echoes of someone who has seen too much bad in the world. Although, he can still catch glimpses of her former self when he says something either funny or exasperated and the tiniest of smiles pulls at the corners of her mouth.
Despite all the changes this Wash still loves this Arizona.
He just does not know if she still loves him.
"Mr. Washington, sir? Yes, uhm, there may have been a bit of an accident with uhm... one of the warthogs….." Caboose trails off and with a tired sigh he stirs from bed to inspect what the damage was this time.
He is not surprised when he finds Arizona standing by the flipped warthog. She does not sleep anymore. Neither of them do anymore.
There are too many memories, too many ghosts, too much guilt.