protocol: (► and who is the rabbit)
WASHINGTON. ([personal profile] protocol) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar 2017-04-25 04:06 am (UTC)

[ There it is.

Wash had known it wouldn't be particularly difficult to pull out of him -- Tucker was never that sort of guy. He keeps other people's secrets, yes, but this isn't about that, this is about his own feelings, and Tucker has always been the kind who liked to wear his heart on his sleeve. Even something he didn't like, even something buried deep. A little bit of digging is all it would take. He does feel badly just about immediately, watching the way it plays across Tucker's expression, the way he takes physically has to take a step back. That's all so much more telling than Tucker's own words, even if he doesn't dodge around the issue, can't dodge around it.

His expression softens. He stops spinning the knife, flips the hilt back against his palm, lowering his hand to his side. ]


I wouldn't waste time talking about him if I didn't think it was still bothering you.

[ He turns, grabs a knife from the armory, and without moving forward to close the extra distance between them just turns it in his hand to offer it hilt-first. ]

You need to get past this, Tucker.

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