[ Wash shrugs again, reaching over to the bottle -- there's not all that much left, between then, and Miles had done the bulk of it. Wash hasn't taken nearly enough to really be drunk, but enough that it's affecting him, still, on top of everything else, the weight of the previous days -- and he takes another drink, relishing the burn.
He leans back, as he sets the bottle down. ]
You've got about as much reason to trust me as I've got to trust you.
[ So, really? Very little. And yet, apparently, here they are. ]
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He leans back, as he sets the bottle down. ]
You've got about as much reason to trust me as I've got to trust you.
[ So, really? Very little. And yet, apparently, here they are. ]