But in that moment, the statue-plans didn't matter. Honoring still did, of course; it always would. But the logistics didn't matter, the specifics, the ideas. They could draw up fantastical blueprints with bullshit powercores so Church could have his laser face when they were sober and the light hurt their eyes.
Right now, there was this. This shit of loose tongues and memories that haunted Wash like ghosts. It was crap, all of it. It was crap and the fact that Wash had to deal with it...Fuck, it wasn't fair. Underneath all the bullshit, Tucker wanted to believe that he wasn't as fucked up as he looked sometimes, but how couldn't he be? With all that drama haunting him.
It made him feel guilty for being this hurt over one person, when Wash had years and years of torment built up.
It didn't stop Tucker from being hurt, though. Those were two different things.
"Don't you wish you could've just been a regular soldier, though?" he asked. "Like the rest of us?"
He wondered if Wash's old friends would agree that it was worth the same sacrifice.
"Yeah, I guess. Just not tonight." He leaned into him a little harder, his lips parted in a soft sigh. "Fucking deal with it and this hangover tomorrow."
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But in that moment, the statue-plans didn't matter. Honoring still did, of course; it always would. But the logistics didn't matter, the specifics, the ideas. They could draw up fantastical blueprints with bullshit powercores so Church could have his laser face when they were sober and the light hurt their eyes.
Right now, there was this. This shit of loose tongues and memories that haunted Wash like ghosts. It was crap, all of it. It was crap and the fact that Wash had to deal with it...Fuck, it wasn't fair. Underneath all the bullshit, Tucker wanted to believe that he wasn't as fucked up as he looked sometimes, but how couldn't he be? With all that drama haunting him.
It made him feel guilty for being this hurt over one person, when Wash had years and years of torment built up.
It didn't stop Tucker from being hurt, though. Those were two different things.
"Don't you wish you could've just been a regular soldier, though?" he asked. "Like the rest of us?"
He wondered if Wash's old friends would agree that it was worth the same sacrifice.
"Yeah, I guess. Just not tonight." He leaned into him a little harder, his lips parted in a soft sigh. "Fucking deal with it and this hangover tomorrow."