[ There's very little Wash can ever do to stop himself from thinking, either. All he can do is try a little, and -- be here, at least. Wash settles himself down against the ground instead, leaning back against the log next to him, propping an elbow up on one knee. ]
Well apparently, he's pissed. [ According to those two, anyway. Drumming his fingers slightly against his leg, as calm and easy as his voice sounds, it's -- a nervous gesture. A clear sign of how his own thoughts are racing. ] Whether or not you get close, I don't think avoiding him's going to be possible.
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Well apparently, he's pissed. [ According to those two, anyway. Drumming his fingers slightly against his leg, as calm and easy as his voice sounds, it's -- a nervous gesture. A clear sign of how his own thoughts are racing. ] Whether or not you get close, I don't think avoiding him's going to be possible.