"It was up in the asshole's trophy room." Yes, the Meta's armor, Maine's armor, sitting there like a reward, like a souvenir of a grand vacation. Along with other stuff, too, stuff where some of it hit waaay too close to home for some of the people he ...had...been with. "Modified it. It's pretty sweet now. Just cost me a best friend to be able to use it."
Yeah, so maybe he could have found a nicer way to say that, especially considering the connection that Epsilon and Wash had. Shit. He wasn't good at this sorta thing when he wasn't tired and fucking over everything; doing it now was like letting a toddler drive a monster truck through a china shop.
He didn't think about what he was doing, not really; he just leaned into Wash a little as he walked because shit was heavy. Not just the suit, not just the armor and everything else, but weight of the story, the weight of the memory, the weight of the recording the little motherfucker made right before he--
Shit. This fucking sucked.
"I'll play you what he left for us when we're in the barracks, okay? Don't get your hopes up, either; it's not as good as porn." He was quiet for a minute as he walked, steps heavy, echoing over the noise in the motorpool. "You okay?"
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Date: 2016-06-03 01:45 am (UTC)Yeah, so maybe he could have found a nicer way to say that, especially considering the connection that Epsilon and Wash had. Shit. He wasn't good at this sorta thing when he wasn't tired and fucking over everything; doing it now was like letting a toddler drive a monster truck through a china shop.
He didn't think about what he was doing, not really; he just leaned into Wash a little as he walked because shit was heavy. Not just the suit, not just the armor and everything else, but weight of the story, the weight of the memory, the weight of the recording the little motherfucker made right before he--
Shit. This fucking sucked.
"I'll play you what he left for us when we're in the barracks, okay? Don't get your hopes up, either; it's not as good as porn." He was quiet for a minute as he walked, steps heavy, echoing over the noise in the motorpool. "You okay?"