[ He closes his eyes when he listens, that smile quirking up just a little more at his tone. He doesn't mind it, appropriate for the scene or not, and it does make it easier to remember, hearing it. It triggers a different memory, too, actually studying plays in school. Even back then, he'd known he would have to join the war, someday. Threw himself into everything he did, everything he studied, even this.
Wash opens his eyes again, shifting where he's seated, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. ]
Give me one of those you don't remember, then. [ Let's see if he can patch it up for you, after all. ]
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Wash opens his eyes again, shifting where he's seated, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. ]
Give me one of those you don't remember, then. [ Let's see if he can patch it up for you, after all. ]