The Freelancer was speaking from multiple levels. Both from a strategic angle but also as a man who had lead the Blues for the past year or so. And perhaps even as a friend.
Washington wasn't good at talking about emotions or feelings but he'd been willing to sacrificed his own life to protect the Blues.
But he seemed to sense that there was some kind of shift in the air because he went still when Tucker finally just sort of sagged up against him. The blond man had such a confounded look on his face, it might have been endearing under other circumstances. Wash knew how uncomfortable it was to lean up against hard metal plating but he was at a loss as to what to do about the drunken Sim Trooper who was now leaning against him.
Wash's arm had been stretched out kind of behind him but the younger man had apparently taken that as an invitation to sidle right up against him. It was a move he might have expected out of Caboose but not Tucker. Caboose was pretty vocal about when he wanted a hug or someone to reassure him though he'd gotten somewhat better since he'd found Freckles.
"Tucker..." Wash had started to ask him what was up but then Tucker went and cut him off at the knees with that unexpected question. His face went absolutely blank but try as he might to hide the pain in his eyes, Wash couldn't quite mask his grief.
"I...I never got that chance, Tucker." No, they'd just sent him to rob the bodies of his best friends and then forced him to wipe out all trace of them from existence. Wash would be lying if he didn't admit it fucked him up more than most other things the Project had done to him.
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Washington wasn't good at talking about emotions or feelings but he'd been willing to sacrificed his own life to protect the Blues.
But he seemed to sense that there was some kind of shift in the air because he went still when Tucker finally just sort of sagged up against him. The blond man had such a confounded look on his face, it might have been endearing under other circumstances. Wash knew how uncomfortable it was to lean up against hard metal plating but he was at a loss as to what to do about the drunken Sim Trooper who was now leaning against him.
Wash's arm had been stretched out kind of behind him but the younger man had apparently taken that as an invitation to sidle right up against him. It was a move he might have expected out of Caboose but not Tucker. Caboose was pretty vocal about when he wanted a hug or someone to reassure him though he'd gotten somewhat better since he'd found Freckles.
"Tucker..." Wash had started to ask him what was up but then Tucker went and cut him off at the knees with that unexpected question. His face went absolutely blank but try as he might to hide the pain in his eyes, Wash couldn't quite mask his grief.
"I...I never got that chance, Tucker." No, they'd just sent him to rob the bodies of his best friends and then forced him to wipe out all trace of them from existence. Wash would be lying if he didn't admit it fucked him up more than most other things the Project had done to him.