[Fuck, Wash, that’s cold. Really cold. Tucker rolled his eyes, slightly surprised that Wash called anyone a friend; that number probably could be counted on one hand, possibly one finger. Hell, sometimes Tucker wasn’t even sure he was on the list, depending on what he had gotten up to that morning, but things had a way of surprising him.
He warred with the secret for a few seconds, before his shoulders fell and he just gave up; he was too tired to fight against Wash of all people, the one person here he trusted above all others. He had shown him rashes, for God’s sake, had gone to him with his worries, his fears, with the weight of leadership on his back.
…And he really didn’t want to write out mission reports.]
Fucker had a seizure. Right there, in the med room, just dropped down and it felt like forever. [The palm of his hand ran over his hair.] There was no way he was getting out of there on his own, so I gave him a piggyback ride right the fuck out of there.
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He warred with the secret for a few seconds, before his shoulders fell and he just gave up; he was too tired to fight against Wash of all people, the one person here he trusted above all others. He had shown him rashes, for God’s sake, had gone to him with his worries, his fears, with the weight of leadership on his back.
…And he really didn’t want to write out mission reports.]
Fucker had a seizure. Right there, in the med room, just dropped down and it felt like forever. [The palm of his hand ran over his hair.] There was no way he was getting out of there on his own, so I gave him a piggyback ride right the fuck out of there.