[ Wash had been pliable, is the thing. He'd believed them wholly, and admired the Director wholeheartedly. Having the truth forcibly shoved into his mind had been the end of that. Sigma wasn't meant for Maine, and memory and Epsilon wasn't meant for Wash. It was just -- how things turned out.
He leans a little against Miles, in turn. He does remember what Miles had told him before, when he first brushed his fingers against his jawline, when he'd asked if it was so hard to believe that how he looked really didn't goddamn matter. You try spending this long in acid and coming out without any scars. ]
I know I've not had to deal with even half as much as you have. But right now, at least, you're not -- alone, in this. [ Maybe a little hollow and Wash knows it, because Miles is right. It's easier to come to the rescue. But Wash still does mean it. ] You've managed so far besides, haven't you?
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He leans a little against Miles, in turn. He does remember what Miles had told him before, when he first brushed his fingers against his jawline, when he'd asked if it was so hard to believe that how he looked really didn't goddamn matter. You try spending this long in acid and coming out without any scars. ]
I know I've not had to deal with even half as much as you have. But right now, at least, you're not -- alone, in this. [ Maybe a little hollow and Wash knows it, because Miles is right. It's easier to come to the rescue. But Wash still does mean it. ] You've managed so far besides, haven't you?