[It seemed like every Freelancer he had met seemed to have a dry smile. Must be a prerequisite before getting brought in. Or, you know, more likely an after effect.]

Well, what's stopping you from getting one now? You'd look hot in chaps.

[Goddamn, Church. Tucker's lips twitched down a little, before he shrugged.] That's one way to put it. He's good at drama, but...he's good at saving our asses, too, so it balances out.

[And there it was: the truth. Wash saved them and vice versa.]