[ The irony of that doesn't go unmissed. But ah, how many nights has Wash spent doing just that, minus the alcohol? Waking from a nightmare or staying up to stave one off, head in his hands, wanting some way, anything, just something. Wash has always wanted to have an impact on things, too, but he's more beaten down, more resigned to the idea that he never, ever will.
But he does have a chance to make up for his mistakes, now. In exchange for hurting even more people. A slow breath, lifting a hand to curve over Miles' shoulder on the other side of him, slipping down slightly over his arm. ]
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But he does have a chance to make up for his mistakes, now. In exchange for hurting even more people. A slow breath, lifting a hand to curve over Miles' shoulder on the other side of him, slipping down slightly over his arm. ]
What did you do, then?