[ Wash watches the way York rubs at the back of his neck, at the base of his skull where the implant would be, the way he shakes his hands, restless, nervous energy. He's checked in on York here and there, tried to keep an eye on him, made sure he was okay, to keep track of how he's coping with Delta's removal -- but in the past week or so since the incident with Maine and his companion ( Lakshmi, he knows her name now, knows so much now ), since the interrogations, they haven't talked too much. Small, quiet exchanges here and there, checking in on the other.
They do need to talk. They do need a plan. And Wash -- has other things that he's been holding back from telling him that he should probably tell him, too.
He nods, wiping a hand over his brow, gesturing with a tip of his head for York to follow as he starts to move. Not here. Somewhere quieter, less open, and there isn't that much of that around the Cetagandan base that they can just waltz into, but the barracks will be better than nothing. ]
-- Yeah. [ Glancing back at him. ] It won't be easy.
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They do need to talk. They do need a plan. And Wash -- has other things that he's been holding back from telling him that he should probably tell him, too.
He nods, wiping a hand over his brow, gesturing with a tip of his head for York to follow as he starts to move. Not here. Somewhere quieter, less open, and there isn't that much of that around the Cetagandan base that they can just waltz into, but the barracks will be better than nothing. ]
-- Yeah. [ Glancing back at him. ] It won't be easy.