Yeah, reasonable. Nothing felt reasonable; Church sacrificing himself didn’t feel reasonable. Them still going on like nothing happened didn’t feel reasonable. But him coming back? Him not being dead after all? That was the most sane thing out of this whole stupid ordeal.
And it wasn’t going to happen. Death had lost its finality until it really was standing at their doorsteps. The end.
Tucker drank again, two deep swallows before he hung the bottle back down once more. The burn sucked, and the molten core he was developing in his stomach was a slow comfort. Carolina… “No. Not yet. Figured I’d try to find the words first.” Or, you know, try to run into Wash and test those same words out on him first. Or maybe just have Wash tell her because they were closer than she was with the rest of them; they had a history that the Sim Troops couldn’t touch. Or, fuck it, just leave her a note and run like hell.
Why was this his job? Why was he still trying to fix Church’s fucking bullshit after he was gone? Didn’t they have people who were supposed to inform folks of their fallen loved ones, with all the flags and ceremony and shit? But Carolina would scare them. She only mildly scared Tucker anymore.
And she’d want to hear it from one of them. From him. From Wash. From one of them.
Tomorrow.
“Sit down,” Tucker said, sliding over a little on the bed to make room. “The stuff written on the bathroom walls isn’t right; I only bite when I’m asked to.”
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I know you're going to kill me for fucking up nirvana, but I'm so bored at work that I had to. ♥
Date: 2016-06-05 03:00 am (UTC)And it wasn’t going to happen. Death had lost its finality until it really was standing at their doorsteps. The end.
Tucker drank again, two deep swallows before he hung the bottle back down once more. The burn sucked, and the molten core he was developing in his stomach was a slow comfort. Carolina… “No. Not yet. Figured I’d try to find the words first.” Or, you know, try to run into Wash and test those same words out on him first. Or maybe just have Wash tell her because they were closer than she was with the rest of them; they had a history that the Sim Troops couldn’t touch. Or, fuck it, just leave her a note and run like hell.
Why was this his job? Why was he still trying to fix Church’s fucking bullshit after he was gone? Didn’t they have people who were supposed to inform folks of their fallen loved ones, with all the flags and ceremony and shit? But Carolina would scare them. She only mildly scared Tucker anymore.
And she’d want to hear it from one of them. From him. From Wash. From one of them.
Tomorrow.
“Sit down,” Tucker said, sliding over a little on the bed to make room. “The stuff written on the bathroom walls isn’t right; I only bite when I’m asked to.”