[Wash got that particularly vaguely uneasy look on his face he always wore whenever the topic of Tucker being impregnated by some strange alien monster came up. It was good that the younger man loved his kid as much as he did because Wash doubted he would be anywhere near as accepting after such an event.
And from how he had heard the other Sim Troopers discuss Junior, some of them had been more vocal about their opinions than others. Which was why Wash kept his concerns to himself for the most part.] Need I remind you how long it took for you to warm up to me? Or how much you hated me at first?
[The ex-Freelancer reminded him rather dourly. There was tension in the line of Washington's shoulders because he was still working on the whole PDA thing and being comfortable displaying such affections out in public. He had more than his fair share of hangups and he knew it but he also knew it was unfair for Tucker to selfishly just cater to his own wishes and urges. You had to compromise in a relationship and sometimes that meant letting your boyfriend hang all over you like a monkey gym apparently.]
I know you throw balls in baskets? [Typical-fucking-Wash, he could list all the permeation of a M5 battle rifle but ask him about sports and he was completely lost.]
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And from how he had heard the other Sim Troopers discuss Junior, some of them had been more vocal about their opinions than others. Which was why Wash kept his concerns to himself for the most part.] Need I remind you how long it took for you to warm up to me? Or how much you hated me at first?
[The ex-Freelancer reminded him rather dourly. There was tension in the line of Washington's shoulders because he was still working on the whole PDA thing and being comfortable displaying such affections out in public. He had more than his fair share of hangups and he knew it but he also knew it was unfair for Tucker to selfishly just cater to his own wishes and urges. You had to compromise in a relationship and sometimes that meant letting your boyfriend hang all over you like a monkey gym apparently.]
I know you throw balls in baskets? [Typical-fucking-Wash, he could list all the permeation of a M5 battle rifle but ask him about sports and he was completely lost.]