Wash? Wash was the first person to ever believe in Tucker (aside from his mother, but let's not go there). For years, everyone just brushed him off as laughable, as lazy, as the local pervert, and to be fair, he was every single one of those things. He doubled down when Wash came at him after they landed, fought him every single step of the way. He did all that he could to keep up his status quo.

Wash didn't have it. He didn't listen, fought him, pushed him, fucking trusted him enough all the time, all through it, risked his life so Tucker could live. He saw all the things that Tucker turned away from. He was more of a leader than Church had ever been.

Tucker flushed as the realization sunk in, as the words hit home, as he knew that bastard was smiling under the helmet.

Holy shit. The way his heart skipp--

Wait, whoa, never mind. "What do you mean, you don't want me fighting Felix?" And there went that trust, right out the window. "You don't think I can handle him? Because let me tell you, that little fucker can't take me. Have you seen my sword?"