Tucker wanted to tell him that he didn't need a pep talk, that it sounded like something a Disney princess would say, but wasn't that the whole point of why he was here? Because he needed these words of encouragement, because he needed to know that Wash still believed in him the same way he had before he Freckles, Shaked all over the place?

He didn't shrug off the hand. Fuck, he wanted more of it. More of whatever the hell this was.

"I'm just pissed at myself." And that wasn't untrue; if anything, it was an understatement. "I just...should have been better at, like, everything. Felix and you and shit. I should've been the me that you saw in, um, me, if that makes sense." Seeing through it. Getting him back. Not losing people. All of it.

"War fucking sucks."

Oh, yeah, his plan. His plan that he didn't know if it would work, but damn if he wasn't going to try to throw it out there. "Being around Felix, the one thing I learned about him is that A) he loves to talk, and B) he's an egotistical asshole." Two things, but who was counting? "What if we get him talking, start a fight with him or something, make him spill his guts in the classic evil monologue way, and then get Church to record it and spread it across space. It's classic villain shit! He'd totally fall for it. I can fight him and make him think he's won or something."