[Tucker needed to hang up, needed to end this conversation before he fucked up because it was Wash, and Wash was his friend, probably his closest friend since Church-- since Church did the usual Church thing. Probably before that, really.
Trying to shut him out was damn near impossible, which was were the slip even began, out in the air before Tucker could stop it. Too slow. He looked away, then shook his head. Wash deserved better, deserved the answers, deserved to sleep at night knowing what really happened, but Tucker? Tucker could give none of it.
God, he felt like shit.]
Wash, you still didn't tell me if you would let me know if the tables were turned.
[And the worst part? Tucker was almost certain Wash wasn't going to tell the truth here.]
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Trying to shut him out was damn near impossible, which was were the slip even began, out in the air before Tucker could stop it. Too slow. He looked away, then shook his head. Wash deserved better, deserved the answers, deserved to sleep at night knowing what really happened, but Tucker? Tucker could give none of it.
God, he felt like shit.]
Wash, you still didn't tell me if you would let me know if the tables were turned.
[And the worst part? Tucker was almost certain Wash wasn't going to tell the truth here.]