[ He would ask what he could do to be comforting, but that's probably treading a line, again. Wash watches him as he lies down, still always trying to read exactly what else might be wrong, but it all does seem consistent with, well. Kicks to the ribs and hard hit to the skull. He sits himself down somewhere next to him, lazily rolling his shoulders back. ]
More things that people have never said about me. [ Or he's not used to hearing, at least. ]
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More things that people have never said about me. [ Or he's not used to hearing, at least. ]