No, Wash just liked being able to get up in the middle of the night and not have to worry about breaking a toe because his armor was strewn out everywhere. That, and it lessened the chance of his armor getting knocked out of working order.

Which for a paranoid ex-Freelancer would pretty much be the worst possible scenario at this point.

"I know these lines sound good to you in your head, but you'd think after the amount of times you've struck out, you'd learn by now that they're freaking terrible." Despite his snarky comments, there was no denying the hungry way Wash was looking at him. The blond was most definitely checking him out.

He finally managed to undo the clasps holding his chest piece and pack piece together and carefully set it down as well, thus leaving him at least unarmored from the waist up. Wash wasn't going to take anything else off because he didn't trust himself or Tucker in their inebriated states.

"Be that as it may, I'm not sleeping with you tonight, Tucker. So either take it or leave it." That was just about the last thing he wanted but Wash would put back on every piece of armor he'd shed so far and walk out that door because as was already previously stated, he was lameass buzzkill.