[Ha, ha. Tucker rolled his eyes and listened, taking note of what Wash was saying and effectively shoving it away because he didn’t mind this. Oh, on a good day, he would have laughed at it, flipped off everything Wash was saying and probably just passed the buck to someone else; let them get the esteemed pleasure of telling that news to angry people (probably Caboose, as he didn’t notice/care when people were mad at him).
Now, he almost welcomed someone being pissed at him. The guilt begged to be acknowledged, and what better way than this? Than getting yelled at by the one person who could make his life a living hell? Toss this at him and see what explodes.
So yeah, Tucker stared, with flat eyes and a tightened jaw.] I can handle talking to someone. [No. No, he couldn’t.] What’s the worst he can fucking do to me? Seriously, Wash? It’s fine.
[And maybe this was more of a risk than running off was. Really.]
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Now, he almost welcomed someone being pissed at him. The guilt begged to be acknowledged, and what better way than this? Than getting yelled at by the one person who could make his life a living hell? Toss this at him and see what explodes.
So yeah, Tucker stared, with flat eyes and a tightened jaw.] I can handle talking to someone. [No. No, he couldn’t.] What’s the worst he can fucking do to me? Seriously, Wash? It’s fine.
[And maybe this was more of a risk than running off was. Really.]