[ Of course they had an emergency signal set up, paranoid as they are. Since their last meeting, they'd both agreed to play it down and stick to drops for a while, unless absolutely necessary, and Wash really wasn't expecting something to happen so soon. He's agitated, anxious, there's so much going just in camp, and one of the few things he's relying on is for Byerly and Natasha to give them the edge that they'd likely need to get Sonia out of there safely.
He isn't sure what he's expecting when he goes to meet her. She looks so tired, resigned, defeated -- like she made a mistake. Like she knows she made a mistake. And the color might drain from his face just slightly even before she says the words. He can't -- find it in him to be angry, just shakes his head, a little sharply. No time for apologies. No time for feeling bad. If this was an emergency, he needs to know. ]
It's okay, Tashka. We'll sort it out. [ A softness in his voice, there, in his expression, moving close enough to her to reach out and squeeze a hand over her arm, stroking down over her elbow. Reassuring, as comforting as he can manage even when his own anxiety about this is obvious. What'd happened? What'd could've gone wrong? God, there are a fucking hundred possibilities, and his voice shifts into something a little harder. ] I got the signal.
GOD WHAT DID HE TELL YOU TWO
He isn't sure what he's expecting when he goes to meet her. She looks so tired, resigned, defeated -- like she made a mistake. Like she knows she made a mistake. And the color might drain from his face just slightly even before she says the words. He can't -- find it in him to be angry, just shakes his head, a little sharply. No time for apologies. No time for feeling bad. If this was an emergency, he needs to know. ]
It's okay, Tashka. We'll sort it out. [ A softness in his voice, there, in his expression, moving close enough to her to reach out and squeeze a hand over her arm, stroking down over her elbow. Reassuring, as comforting as he can manage even when his own anxiety about this is obvious. What'd happened? What'd could've gone wrong? God, there are a fucking hundred possibilities, and his voice shifts into something a little harder. ] I got the signal.
What happened?