[ He holds that gaze, for a few moments longer, long enough that in any other situation it might be uncomfortable -- but for Wash, it's another promise, another assurance. Finally, he nods, letting his eyes fall shut with a deep breath, a slow exhale, tipping his head back. ]
You should damn well hope I keep my word. [ A laugh, shaking his head, looking down again as he kneads his fingers against the corner of his temple -- not at Miles, but just at this, at everything that's just been said between them. ] Your life in my hands, huh?
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You should damn well hope I keep my word. [ A laugh, shaking his head, looking down again as he kneads his fingers against the corner of his temple -- not at Miles, but just at this, at everything that's just been said between them. ] Your life in my hands, huh?
[ This is a man he's essentially just met. ]