For all of Tucker's time here and all the time he spent with Sonia, he still had never even spoken three words to Piotr.
This, in truth, probably wasn't the way they should meet.
But it's not like there was a choice, and currently Tucker gave of a shit than he normally would; this wasn't about ego, wasn't about anything other than letting him know and seeing what the hell could be done about it. What plans there were since Wash wouldn't let him go on his own. This was about figuring something out.
It wasn't good news. Shit, he didn't even know if it was survivable news, but he'd be the one to say it.
Tucker came in, hands in his pockets to hide how they were balled into fists. He didn't bother saying his name, didn't bother with greetings or titles or bullshit; guy might already knew who he was considering who he hung around. He simply came in and stood by the door, jaw set, upset still but not at him.
B. /plays moody music here
This, in truth, probably wasn't the way they should meet.
But it's not like there was a choice, and currently Tucker gave of a shit than he normally would; this wasn't about ego, wasn't about anything other than letting him know and seeing what the hell could be done about it. What plans there were since Wash wouldn't let him go on his own. This was about figuring something out.
It wasn't good news. Shit, he didn't even know if it was survivable news, but he'd be the one to say it.
Tucker came in, hands in his pockets to hide how they were balled into fists. He didn't bother saying his name, didn't bother with greetings or titles or bullshit; guy might already knew who he was considering who he hung around. He simply came in and stood by the door, jaw set, upset still but not at him.
"We need to talk."