[ There's something incredibly sad in that laughter. The sound of a man who has done everything he possibly can, and has still come up short. The sound of helpless resignation to the fact that nothing you do will be quite good enough.
He knows that sound. Maybe that's what prompts him to shake his head, to move forward to clap a hand to Wash's shoulder. Yes, Wash. That is exactly what that feels like.
He reaches for the beer regardless, removing one from the set. He'll bear with it. Just for him. Just this once. ]
She is. Hm.
[ He turns before taking a knee, peering towards the dark underside of the desk. ]
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He knows that sound. Maybe that's what prompts him to shake his head, to move forward to clap a hand to Wash's shoulder. Yes, Wash. That is exactly what that feels like.
He reaches for the beer regardless, removing one from the set. He'll bear with it. Just for him. Just this once. ]
She is. Hm.
[ He turns before taking a knee, peering towards the dark underside of the desk. ]
Ah. Here.