[Tucker believed him, more because he wanted to than any hard evidence proving the fact. Anyone could say they were a person, and it didn’t make it true. He wished he could have told himself that a year ago.

But Wash was Wash and they both looked at each other and it was… It was weird. It was weird in a different way than Grif, probably because the anger he had stewing in that particular topic, probably because of the missing time they had now. Well, shit.

Tucker wanted to spew everything, to talk about what he should be doing, what he needed to be doing, what was waiting for him back home and how pissed off he was at Grif. The words just were fenced back for once, his mouth sealed. He could keep a secret, after all.]

Um, well as good as anyone can be after they’re kidnapped and told they have super powers. [He pulled the sword off his side, tossed it on the bed, before moving to sit down beside it.] Then you find out your friend here is from a long fucking time ago and doesn’t know shit of what you’ve been through, the other one doesn’t know how the biggest battles we’ve ever been in ended, and one of your enemies might just be a big victim of a serial asshole, so yeah, I’m cool.