[ Wash just still isn't sure if he wants to or not. It's all very confusing when Wash usually operates in a realm where everything is simple, with people he won't see again or people he can tear into without any guilt for some reason or another. Miles has just managed to drift into some strange inbetween space in the exact same way he's managed to effortlessly waltz past all the defensive walls that Wash has spent years building around himself, and he really doesn't know what to make of it.
He nods, giving his hand a squeeze. That's nice to hear, that he feels the same way. ]
I'm sorry I'm such a damned mess. [ He does mean that, genuinely apologetic, even if Miles clearly had some idea of how broken Wash was before starting any of this, a better idea than most even. There's a smile there, though. Genuine, this time. ] Guess I am pretty fond of you, though.
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He nods, giving his hand a squeeze. That's nice to hear, that he feels the same way. ]
I'm sorry I'm such a damned mess. [ He does mean that, genuinely apologetic, even if Miles clearly had some idea of how broken Wash was before starting any of this, a better idea than most even. There's a smile there, though. Genuine, this time. ] Guess I am pretty fond of you, though.