[ Hypocrites know what they're looking for, after all. All too well.
Miles swallows a bit as he's forced to meet Wash's gaze. Fine then. He'll stare back then, his sharp-boned jaw working under the surface of his face.
But he doesn't speak at first; he can't seem to find the right argument. That's a hell of an achievement, Wash: rendering Miles speechless. It's only after he relaxes his expression in increments that he finds anything reasonable to say in return. Still stubborn, but not unflinching. ]
When did I become one of yours, Wash?
[ An actual question, however tinged with stubbornness and disbelief. ]
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Miles swallows a bit as he's forced to meet Wash's gaze. Fine then. He'll stare back then, his sharp-boned jaw working under the surface of his face.
But he doesn't speak at first; he can't seem to find the right argument. That's a hell of an achievement, Wash: rendering Miles speechless. It's only after he relaxes his expression in increments that he finds anything reasonable to say in return. Still stubborn, but not unflinching. ]
When did I become one of yours, Wash?
[ An actual question, however tinged with stubbornness and disbelief. ]