[Tucker didn't know what to make of Wash's expression, tried to read it but gave up almost immediately; trying to read Wash was like trying to read a book made of braille with just his ears: not happening. But Tucker did feel bad for what the villagers had been through, their losses, the battle in their space, the ones dying and starving and suffering. He couldn't do much, but that...that was something.
He sure as shit couldn't build houses.
Tucker shrugged a little as he watched Wash sit, before he brought his arm up to lay over his eyes and block out the light, the world. He couldn't help Sonia. He couldn't help his team back home. He couldn't help anyone.
What the fuck was he doing anymore?]
Dude, you didn't land me in this bed. It's not your fault. You just won't let me have any fun is all. [And there was a hint of a little sardonic smile.]
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He sure as shit couldn't build houses.
Tucker shrugged a little as he watched Wash sit, before he brought his arm up to lay over his eyes and block out the light, the world. He couldn't help Sonia. He couldn't help his team back home. He couldn't help anyone.
What the fuck was he doing anymore?]
Dude, you didn't land me in this bed. It's not your fault. You just won't let me have any fun is all. [And there was a hint of a little sardonic smile.]