"Yeah, I understand." Wash's face went all inscrutable which was never a good sign but he was thinking about Carolina and felt his heart ache for the other Freelancer. He knew better than many just how much Carolina had lost. Her mother...her father, the Project...York.
And now Epsilon.
Just how much loss could a person withstand before they either lost themselves in the grief or they just no longer allowed themselves to feel much of anything for anyone anymore? Wash knew which end of the spectrum Carolina fell on because he was much the same way. They were both so damaged by the scars of their past that Wash hadn't thought themselves capable of forming bonds and connections with anyone else, ever again.
It was what made the Sim Troopers all the more remarkable. They had resurrected his cold heart and reminded Carolina of her humanity once more.
Tucker dragged him out of his own thoughts with that unexpected offer slash order to sit down. He belatedly realized he was probably making the other man nervy by standing over him like that.
"You know just how to put the mind at ease." He snarked albeit weakly as he came to settle awkwardly on the edge of the bed. The smart thing would have been just to move the helmet...move the Meta's helmet off the lone chair but Wash found himself hesitant about touching the damned thing. There were just too many bad memories wrapped up in that helmet.
"So does that mean I can't believe anything I read on the bathroom walls about you, Tucker?" Wash joked, awkwardly trying to play off his tension with a weak attempt at humor before pulling the bottle up to his mouth again to take another drink.
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Date: 2016-06-07 03:08 am (UTC)And now Epsilon.
Just how much loss could a person withstand before they either lost themselves in the grief or they just no longer allowed themselves to feel much of anything for anyone anymore? Wash knew which end of the spectrum Carolina fell on because he was much the same way. They were both so damaged by the scars of their past that Wash hadn't thought themselves capable of forming bonds and connections with anyone else, ever again.
It was what made the Sim Troopers all the more remarkable. They had resurrected his cold heart and reminded Carolina of her humanity once more.
Tucker dragged him out of his own thoughts with that unexpected offer slash order to sit down. He belatedly realized he was probably making the other man nervy by standing over him like that.
"You know just how to put the mind at ease." He snarked albeit weakly as he came to settle awkwardly on the edge of the bed. The smart thing would have been just to move the helmet...move the Meta's helmet off the lone chair but Wash found himself hesitant about touching the damned thing. There were just too many bad memories wrapped up in that helmet.
"So does that mean I can't believe anything I read on the bathroom walls about you, Tucker?" Wash joked, awkwardly trying to play off his tension with a weak attempt at humor before pulling the bottle up to his mouth again to take another drink.