"Sorry to disappoint you, Tucker. Guess you will just have to make due with me." Wash snarked at him equally halfheartedly because he just wasn't feeling it either. He was only silently grateful Tucker didn't try and trot out his ridiculous bow-chicka-wow-wow's or something of the sort.
Once they reached Tucker's quarters, Wash did in fact lock the door behind them because he was still a paranoid bastard who slept with his sidearm next to the bed and a backup piece within reach as well.
He ended up copying Tucker's movement and took off his helmet which he sat down on the desk before leaning up against it while the other man gave him a rundown on current events.
Wash had always been kind of gunshy about going around unmasked even back on Valhalla. Whether it was because he had some Locus complex or he was simply too damned paranoid to be comfortable out of his armor for even a second was uncertain.
He wasn't that much older than Tucker and the rest of the Sim Troopers but he was aged prematurely by the strains and traumas of his lifetime. Gray was as liberally shot through his hair and there were wrinkles and frown lines edging the corners of his eyes. Wash just looked tired but that was pretty par for course with him.
But hearing about Epsilon's fate had something akin to grief briefly touching his eyes. He'd had a complicated relationship with AI though things had gotten better during their time in Chorus.
"He probably thinks he went off somewhere like when he disappeared with Carolina. That...might not be a bad thing for now. You remember how he got after the crash." Wash said before rubbing a hand tiredly over his face.
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Date: 2016-06-03 06:11 am (UTC)Once they reached Tucker's quarters, Wash did in fact lock the door behind them because he was still a paranoid bastard who slept with his sidearm next to the bed and a backup piece within reach as well.
He ended up copying Tucker's movement and took off his helmet which he sat down on the desk before leaning up against it while the other man gave him a rundown on current events.
Wash had always been kind of gunshy about going around unmasked even back on Valhalla. Whether it was because he had some Locus complex or he was simply too damned paranoid to be comfortable out of his armor for even a second was uncertain.
He wasn't that much older than Tucker and the rest of the Sim Troopers but he was aged prematurely by the strains and traumas of his lifetime. Gray was as liberally shot through his hair and there were wrinkles and frown lines edging the corners of his eyes. Wash just looked tired but that was pretty par for course with him.
But hearing about Epsilon's fate had something akin to grief briefly touching his eyes. He'd had a complicated relationship with AI though things had gotten better during their time in Chorus.
"He probably thinks he went off somewhere like when he disappeared with Carolina. That...might not be a bad thing for now. You remember how he got after the crash." Wash said before rubbing a hand tiredly over his face.