With Tucker sprawled out on the bed, Wash found his options limited once more. The Meta's helmet was still sitting there on the chair with it's reflective fish-bowl shaped visor starting back at him. Second time around and Wash was no more eager to touch it as he'd been the last time.
Instead, the ex-Freelancer went back to leaning against the desk where he'd originally been standing and pulled off his helmet and set it down so that he could pick up the bottle he'd abandoned before.
"I think that's part of it. She's also a private person and, understandably, doesn't want someone standing there gawking at her while she goes through an emotional crisis." Wash grimaced around those words and opted to chase them with a sip from the bottle before continuing.
Tucker had obviously been drinking while he'd been out and the Sim Trooper was definitely way ahead of him in the drunkenness department but he felt no need to rush and catch up just yet.
Maybe Tucker had needed the booze in order to let out what had truly been eating away at him? Wash sighed and carefully stepped over bits and pieces of Tuckers armor in the small room so that he could move to sit on the edge of the bed once more.
"You lost your best friend for the umpteenth time. Maybe for the last time, you're allowed to be angry." The blond man pointed out quietly. "I'm upset about it too but I know Epsilon would have been even more upset if all of you had died."
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Date: 2016-06-13 04:49 am (UTC)Instead, the ex-Freelancer went back to leaning against the desk where he'd originally been standing and pulled off his helmet and set it down so that he could pick up the bottle he'd abandoned before.
"I think that's part of it. She's also a private person and, understandably, doesn't want someone standing there gawking at her while she goes through an emotional crisis." Wash grimaced around those words and opted to chase them with a sip from the bottle before continuing.
Tucker had obviously been drinking while he'd been out and the Sim Trooper was definitely way ahead of him in the drunkenness department but he felt no need to rush and catch up just yet.
Maybe Tucker had needed the booze in order to let out what had truly been eating away at him? Wash sighed and carefully stepped over bits and pieces of Tuckers armor in the small room so that he could move to sit on the edge of the bed once more.
"You lost your best friend for the umpteenth time. Maybe for the last time, you're allowed to be angry." The blond man pointed out quietly. "I'm upset about it too but I know Epsilon would have been even more upset if all of you had died."