[Tucker did know him better than just about any other person left alive sae perhaps for Carolina. The Sim Trooper might be able to see the dark, gnarled and damaged parts of his psyche but Carolina understood it because she'd gone through many of the same traumas and knew first hand. It was those very same traumas that had made Wash so averse to the idea of being in a relationship with anyone. Much less Tucker.

But the younger man had worn him down and now suddenly, he found himself in the utterly alien and terrifying situation where he had to meet his boyfriend's kid.

His alien kid.

Because things weren't awkward enough as it was apparently. Wash made no attempt to duck away from the kiss which was an improvement but he wasn't exactly an active participant in it either. Chorus's bright sun beat down on their heads and seemed to pick out all the gray threaded through his hair and highlighted the nervous tightness around his eyes and mouth as he looked at Tucker oh so solemnly.]

I would settle for doesn't hate me. I don't know anything about kids, Tucker. [Still, Tucker's attempts at levity did have the ghost of a smile pulling at Wash's mouth. If he had been someone else, maybe he would have made an answering joke about how Wash didn't want to get off on the wrong foot with Junior by lying to him about Tucker's supposed badassness.] I know a little bit about Grifball? York and North were really into it.