He couldn't. Wash. Wash couldn't. Tucker breathed softly in his helmet - was it hot in here or just him? - and he wished that hand was back on his shoulder. He wished he could see Wash's stupid face, which he hadn't since he had gotten back. He wished he knew what he meant by that.
The paranoid Freelancer was trusting him again, giving him his healing unit, although Tucker wasn't sure he wanted it. "Dude, you should have it. If you guys get cornered by Locus, that's the one I'd be more worried about." That guy was cold as hell, but surely Wash knew that already by how much time he spent over there. He had to, right?
Oh, shit, what if they had se-- No way.
"I won't be alone, though; I'll have Epsilon with me." There was a beat of silence. "And you'll be watching my six. I know you will." Even if he wasn't right there, he would be. He always was.
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He couldn't. Wash. Wash couldn't. Tucker breathed softly in his helmet - was it hot in here or just him? - and he wished that hand was back on his shoulder. He wished he could see Wash's stupid face, which he hadn't since he had gotten back. He wished he knew what he meant by that.
The paranoid Freelancer was trusting him again, giving him his healing unit, although Tucker wasn't sure he wanted it. "Dude, you should have it. If you guys get cornered by Locus, that's the one I'd be more worried about." That guy was cold as hell, but surely Wash knew that already by how much time he spent over there. He had to, right?
Oh, shit, what if they had se-- No way.
"I won't be alone, though; I'll have Epsilon with me." There was a beat of silence. "And you'll be watching my six. I know you will." Even if he wasn't right there, he would be. He always was.
"I'll be fine now that you're back."