There was one perk to everyone thinking you were a humorless robot most of the time and the mingled look of confusion and scandalized disbelief on Tucker’s face was priceless. So much so that it actually garnered a quiet chuffing noise out of the ex-Freelancer which might have even been classified as a chuckle.
“You’re assuming it’s men and not the hoards of dissatisfied women writing that on the walls?” Wash pointed out dryly while taking another sip from the bottle. By now, the alcohol had either burned all the nerve endings in his throat out or he was feeling it’s effects to the extent that he didn’t even notice the sensation anymore.
“What did I just tell you? I don’t want to know anything about you or your bodily functions, Tucker!” He protested loudly but without any real bite in his words. Wash rested the bottle in between his legs so that he could rub at his face with both hands as though trying to scrub that mental image from his brain.
It was easier than looking at the other man when he admitted his own weakness when it came to hiding from the truth of Epsilon’s loss even if it was only for a few hours. Which was an urge he knew to be selfish and that he should probably be looking for Carolina now to tell her before she heard it from anyone else because that would be ten times worse for her.
“I should find Carolina, tell her what happened.” He said softly while meeting Tucker’s gaze for a moment. “I just…don’t want to tell her that. She’s lost so much already.”
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“You’re assuming it’s men and not the hoards of dissatisfied women writing that on the walls?” Wash pointed out dryly while taking another sip from the bottle. By now, the alcohol had either burned all the nerve endings in his throat out or he was feeling it’s effects to the extent that he didn’t even notice the sensation anymore.
“What did I just tell you? I don’t want to know anything about you or your bodily functions, Tucker!” He protested loudly but without any real bite in his words. Wash rested the bottle in between his legs so that he could rub at his face with both hands as though trying to scrub that mental image from his brain.
It was easier than looking at the other man when he admitted his own weakness when it came to hiding from the truth of Epsilon’s loss even if it was only for a few hours. Which was an urge he knew to be selfish and that he should probably be looking for Carolina now to tell her before she heard it from anyone else because that would be ten times worse for her.
“I should find Carolina, tell her what happened.” He said softly while meeting Tucker’s gaze for a moment. “I just…don’t want to tell her that. She’s lost so much already.”