[ He's really not going to be able to dodge things forever, but he's going to damn well try. Wash shakes his head, folds his arms over his chest. Trying his best to look resolute, more than anxious, but a bit of it leaks through in the slight tension in his shoulders. He's not quite as used to lying to Maine, not when he always saw through everything, and.
God. He still can't quite get over it, even months down the road, seeing Maine's actual fucking face instead of the gold of the EVA faceplate, his own reflection staring back at him, confused and hurt and wondering if there was anything left there to save. ]
You got a pretty good look just now. Don't tell me your eyesight's going, too?
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God. He still can't quite get over it, even months down the road, seeing Maine's actual fucking face instead of the gold of the EVA faceplate, his own reflection staring back at him, confused and hurt and wondering if there was anything left there to save. ]
You got a pretty good look just now. Don't tell me your eyesight's going, too?