[God, why does this bother Tucker so much? Why did he feel guilty for not being able to help Wash, to smooth over his worries, his fears, to give him the answers he wanted, needed?
He hated it. He hated not telling him, and there was a small, defeated shrug, which felt weird since he won.
Then again, was anyone really winning?]
Sorry, Wash. [Words he rarely said, but whatever. He would bite the bullet on this.] This shit isn’t fun, trust me.
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He hated it. He hated not telling him, and there was a small, defeated shrug, which felt weird since he won.
Then again, was anyone really winning?]
Sorry, Wash. [Words he rarely said, but whatever. He would bite the bullet on this.] This shit isn’t fun, trust me.