[ Dear creature. God. If Wash weren't so focused he could smile just at that, blatant foppish flattery and empty words, he really is good. But there's that crack, that slightest something, and Wash notices, of course he notices. It's barely anything. Barely enough for Wash to convince himself he's not seeing things, making up an enemy where there isn't one.
But he feels it, somehow, pinpricks across his skin -- Byerly is watching him just as carefully. ]
No. [ Little point lying about it when it's an easy lie to crack, Carolina's here, after all, and Maine if Byerly ever figured out how to speak to him beyond a quick fuck. ] I used to be more like you.
[ A hint maybe at where Byerly may have tipped his hand, in that he might have made some small slips, things that set a man like Wash on guard, but the fact is Wash knows what it is to play the fool. A careless shrug, his eyes flicking back to the fire, watching him, as always. ]
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But he feels it, somehow, pinpricks across his skin -- Byerly is watching him just as carefully. ]
No. [ Little point lying about it when it's an easy lie to crack, Carolina's here, after all, and Maine if Byerly ever figured out how to speak to him beyond a quick fuck. ] I used to be more like you.
[ A hint maybe at where Byerly may have tipped his hand, in that he might have made some small slips, things that set a man like Wash on guard, but the fact is Wash knows what it is to play the fool. A careless shrug, his eyes flicking back to the fire, watching him, as always. ]
I guess I grew out of it.