[He can tell from the hesitation that he's either getting horrific news or nothing at all.]
[It's the latter.]
[Tucker isn't going to tell him.]
[He's driven himself half-mad for months on end with worry he can't assuage and quiet mounting fear that he can only distract himself from for so long and it's eaten away at him like acid at the back of his throat and now the answers are here and Tucker won't fucking tell him-]
[And he can't blame him. He can't. He'd set down those rules himself, months ago. The logic is sound.]
[But his own particular brand of madness has never cared much for logic, and Wash isn't above hypocrisy when it benefits him. Plus, he's desperate.]
[He tends to make shitty decisions when he's desperate.]
But that's Grif. [His voice is still quiet, but much steadier, as though he hadn't just had a minor breakdown. Years of lying, brought to bear.] Those rules don't apply here.
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[It's the latter.]
[Tucker isn't going to tell him.]
[He's driven himself half-mad for months on end with worry he can't assuage and quiet mounting fear that he can only distract himself from for so long and it's eaten away at him like acid at the back of his throat and now the answers are here and Tucker won't fucking tell him-]
[And he can't blame him. He can't. He'd set down those rules himself, months ago. The logic is sound.]
[But his own particular brand of madness has never cared much for logic, and Wash isn't above hypocrisy when it benefits him. Plus, he's desperate.]
[He tends to make shitty decisions when he's desperate.]
But that's Grif. [His voice is still quiet, but much steadier, as though he hadn't just had a minor breakdown. Years of lying, brought to bear.] Those rules don't apply here.