Yeah, it was quiet. Too quiet. And fucking hell, he hated those lines right now because he remembered being so annoyed when Church had forced him into reciting those very words in some clichéd joke bit that wasn't very funny. And now they actually meant something. Now they were fucking true, and Church wasn't even here to fucking cut him off and laugh about it.
What a dick.
And judging from Wash's silence, he was starting to figure it out for himself.
"You know, I've been waiting weeks for someone to say that to me. Didn't think it'd be you." His laugh was tired, half-hearted, sex jokes even failing him at the moment. And really, he wouldn't have minded the arm around his waist; he was too fucking tired to care what anyone said. "Dude, I don't even know anymore."
His quarters weren't far and blissfully empty, quiet, dark. Once inside, he waited for Wash to come in and locked the door, not in the mood to fucking deal anymore. Fingers worked the latches of his helmet open, and he took it off, dropping it unceremoniously on a chair in the corner. Fuck. Where to start?
"We were trapped in the trophy room..." And so Tucker told him, told him about the last few minutes, about finding the armor, about putting it on, told him how it wouldn't work to the capacity they needed, though. Told him how they all got ready, all of them knowing they were pretty well fucked. Told him about the quiet.
He told him about...he told him about Epsilon. The message. About the suit suddenly working. About fucking dumbass Church and his dumbass sacrifices and how he just fucking had to go and do this, leaving them behind a-fucking-gain.
"Caboose still doesn't understand, I think. It's nothing new, though, he doesn't ever understand anything. But...I think he thinks Church is on vacation? I dunno."
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Date: 2016-06-03 04:55 am (UTC)What a dick.
And judging from Wash's silence, he was starting to figure it out for himself.
"You know, I've been waiting weeks for someone to say that to me. Didn't think it'd be you." His laugh was tired, half-hearted, sex jokes even failing him at the moment. And really, he wouldn't have minded the arm around his waist; he was too fucking tired to care what anyone said. "Dude, I don't even know anymore."
His quarters weren't far and blissfully empty, quiet, dark. Once inside, he waited for Wash to come in and locked the door, not in the mood to fucking deal anymore. Fingers worked the latches of his helmet open, and he took it off, dropping it unceremoniously on a chair in the corner. Fuck. Where to start?
"We were trapped in the trophy room..." And so Tucker told him, told him about the last few minutes, about finding the armor, about putting it on, told him how it wouldn't work to the capacity they needed, though. Told him how they all got ready, all of them knowing they were pretty well fucked. Told him about the quiet.
He told him about...he told him about Epsilon. The message. About the suit suddenly working. About fucking dumbass Church and his dumbass sacrifices and how he just fucking had to go and do this, leaving them behind a-fucking-gain.
"Caboose still doesn't understand, I think. It's nothing new, though, he doesn't ever understand anything. But...I think he thinks Church is on vacation? I dunno."