[ The ways they mirror each other have always been apparent to him. Perhaps that's why he never labeled Washington as broken, despite the obvious cracks. To point out a flaw like that is to admit weakness. Never has it been more obvious, as Washington demonstrates the very heart of that sentiment.
Has he ever seen him so unsure?
There's something, too, that curls in his gut. Washington hated him, he wanted him dead, he was his enemy, and now? It feels strangely appropriate that he is here, failing to comfort him in the same fashion that Locus himself might fail, given the opportunity.
Is this what empathy feels like? It's terrible.
Locus cocks his head as Wash seems to deflate, eyeing the bad. Where do they keep finding alcohol on this station? There's a long measured pause, and then: ]
You brought beer.
[ If he only knew. It was no doubt meant as a gesture of goodwill, and yet. ]
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Has he ever seen him so unsure?
There's something, too, that curls in his gut. Washington hated him, he wanted him dead, he was his enemy, and now? It feels strangely appropriate that he is here, failing to comfort him in the same fashion that Locus himself might fail, given the opportunity.
Is this what empathy feels like? It's terrible.
Locus cocks his head as Wash seems to deflate, eyeing the bad. Where do they keep finding alcohol on this station? There's a long measured pause, and then: ]
You brought beer.
[ If he only knew. It was no doubt meant as a gesture of goodwill, and yet. ]