Being idiots is what got you back. [Kind of. Sort of. Either side was both getting to each other, but it's what got them reunited as a whole unit again: the reckless stupid of their natural makeup. Tucker had waited for a plan, had done things the military way, had gone along and trained people, had run missions, had gotten people killed.

It ate up time and never got them any closer. ]

And yeah, that's pretty much what I was planning on. [At least Tucker wasn't breaking away from the hands on his shoulders, but the truth of the statement was there, laid out like a hand of poker after the call. There was no sugarcoating it, nothing to hide because if Wash didn't know before, fuck it, he did now.]

We chose not to take our squads when we came for you because we weren't about to get them killed, too. Our team, our sacrifice, and keep it at a minimum for everyone else. It worked, some-fucking-how. Every dumb plan, every stupid decision, it's always worked. It sure as hell got your ass back with us, so why wouldn't it work again? Why wouldn't it work here?