[Tucker felt like a dog with a toy: leave it he was told and all he wanted to do was tug harder. Wash was one of the few people that could get him away from this, but even now he stayed, heels dug into the dirt because these guys are assholes, Wash, assholes. They deserved to have their asses kicked by the ones they were making fun of, the ones they were belittling, the women and the soldiers they were rude to. The deserved a hell of a lot more.
He glared at Wash, a slight shake of his head as he clenched his jaw. Amid the anger in his brown eyes was a plea.] Dude, just let me have this.
[And his shoulders hunched a little, tightening up as he heard one of the other soldiers cheerfully remark, "Oh his mother came to take him home".
Teeth ground as Tucker's jaw tightened, and he looked to Wash again.]
no subject
He glared at Wash, a slight shake of his head as he clenched his jaw. Amid the anger in his brown eyes was a plea.] Dude, just let me have this.
[And his shoulders hunched a little, tightening up as he heard one of the other soldiers cheerfully remark, "Oh his mother came to take him home".
Teeth ground as Tucker's jaw tightened, and he looked to Wash again.]
Let me. Do. This.
[At least he was asking permission.]