[ There was never going to be a good end to this. With no way to actually predict when it might happen, the nuclear strike has just been a shadow looming overhead, and there was never going to be much they could do about it. He just hadn't expected it so soon. He'd been right there when Miles had started gathering supplies, anyway, keeping up with that manic energy and focus as much as he could, but at the back of his mind he'd been ready -- if they got out too far, he might have to head him off before they actually get too close to the city.
Turns out there's no need for that. There's the light, so bright it's like dawn is breaking too fast and too suddenly, and all Wash can do is stare until the rush of sound his them, too. There's silence, dead air, the horses they'd gathered shifting nervously -- his limbs feel heavy, but he forces himself to move, right to Miles' side as he dismounts.
He hesitates slightly, before he slings an arm over his shoulder, squeezing, and he doesn't say anything, but it's in his eyes clearly enough, what do you need? That includes telling him to fuck off, he'll leave Miles alone if he wants it, but. ]
too late
Turns out there's no need for that. There's the light, so bright it's like dawn is breaking too fast and too suddenly, and all Wash can do is stare until the rush of sound his them, too. There's silence, dead air, the horses they'd gathered shifting nervously -- his limbs feel heavy, but he forces himself to move, right to Miles' side as he dismounts.
He hesitates slightly, before he slings an arm over his shoulder, squeezing, and he doesn't say anything, but it's in his eyes clearly enough, what do you need? That includes telling him to fuck off, he'll leave Miles alone if he wants it, but. ]