[ It's not, honestly. Not to him. Because Wash is still paranoid, still cautious, because he still thinks Byerly is more than clever enough to turn on a dime. The problem Wash has is whether or not he would, but that he doesn't have a read on his motivations, yet, on what drives him, on who he is. He trusts him, here, but it's a trust out of necessity. It's trust in Miles' judgment, more than Byerly himself. Though maybe Wash might yet still regret it.
The shift in Byerly's expression is apparent. No smile, here, no easy mockery. Not quite as nauseous, either. And Wash, in turn, despite days without sleep, looks sharp and alert, moving to fold his arms loosely over his chest. His posture is relaxed. His eyes aren't. ]
Why am I here, Vorrutyer? [ And how's that tie into your priority? ]
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The shift in Byerly's expression is apparent. No smile, here, no easy mockery. Not quite as nauseous, either. And Wash, in turn, despite days without sleep, looks sharp and alert, moving to fold his arms loosely over his chest. His posture is relaxed. His eyes aren't. ]
Why am I here, Vorrutyer? [ And how's that tie into your priority? ]