[ Far as Wash can tell, Byerly's a very, very good liar -- but he's good at this act because he lives it. The drunken town clown, as he'd called it before. He's still watching him, considering, another spin of the knife in his hand, slower and more deliberate when he it move over the back of his knuckles. It's not what he meant, though. Wash is always careful about what he shares, how much he's willing to, never gives up something unless he wants to. Maybe Byerly had made him want to, but of course, that leaves how that happened.
The movement's quick, all his years of training and service honed to a point, twisting around to face him fully as he flips the knife into his hand. Hw reaches out with the other to grab him by the front of his shirt, dragging him forward just enough that he can hold the knife to his throat, again, this time properly flush to his skin. Just watching. ]
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[ Far as Wash can tell, Byerly's a very, very good liar -- but he's good at this act because he lives it. The drunken town clown, as he'd called it before. He's still watching him, considering, another spin of the knife in his hand, slower and more deliberate when he it move over the back of his knuckles. It's not what he meant, though. Wash is always careful about what he shares, how much he's willing to, never gives up something unless he wants to. Maybe Byerly had made him want to, but of course, that leaves how that happened.
The movement's quick, all his years of training and service honed to a point, twisting around to face him fully as he flips the knife into his hand. Hw reaches out with the other to grab him by the front of his shirt, dragging him forward just enough that he can hold the knife to his throat, again, this time properly flush to his skin. Just watching. ]