Let me. [ With a smile, lightly clasping Miles' hand as he reaches for the bottle, gently guiding him away before he takes the bottle himself and draws it closer to his side of the table. And of course, he's not actually going to pour out any for you. Hey, it works, people he does this to are often too drunk to even notice he does it. He's practiced. ]
You love your grandfather. [ Despite everything he does. Wash can't say he grasps that fully, no, but he understands it to certain degrees. Love is a complicated thing, isn't it, so much deeper and more multi-faceted compared to just loyalty. He still loves South, really. Except for South, he loves her about as much as he hates her. ] And, well. I don't know if he doesn't believe you.
[ Instinctively, at least, that's what he'd think. Not like he really knows much about Miles' relationship with Byerly, but Byerly's a good read with people, isn't he. ]
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You love your grandfather. [ Despite everything he does. Wash can't say he grasps that fully, no, but he understands it to certain degrees. Love is a complicated thing, isn't it, so much deeper and more multi-faceted compared to just loyalty. He still loves South, really. Except for South, he loves her about as much as he hates her. ] And, well. I don't know if he doesn't believe you.
[ Instinctively, at least, that's what he'd think. Not like he really knows much about Miles' relationship with Byerly, but Byerly's a good read with people, isn't he. ]