[Everyone just did a great job, didn’t they? His brow furrowed a little as he looked away, wondering why this mission set sucked so bad this time around. Was it their fault? Was the other side just getting better? Were they going to have to work harder at these?

…he hoped not.

But Wash was asking him again, and dude, someone was persistent, weren’t they? Tucker looked back to him, his shoulders rolling, and damn he was bad at lying.]

He got sick. I carried him out. [It wasn’t exactly a lie, was it? Not…really. But the agitation over the whole thing was thick in his voice, the frustration over being kept out of the loop when they were supposed to have each other’s backs. Dammit.] Dude, it’s not a big deal; we’re back, we’re alive and it sucked. Why do you care so much?