Chest plate next. Legs. Everything off until he was in his kevlar undersuit and standing there as if he had nowhere to go. He wasn’t sure he did. Why hadn’t he figured it out the second it happened, hadn’t he recognized that Epsilon gone during the fight? Why hadn’t he been able to stop his stupid fucking sacrifice? Why hadn’t Tucker fucking brought everyone home like he wanted to? Like a good leader would have?
It was so fucking quiet and empty.
Wash, thankfully, filled up some of that space, refusing to leave him to the heavy silence and the memories. To the way Tucker didn’t say he was sorry. To the moments when he resented Church not remembering things that he had done with Alpha. To the fear when Epsilon left with Carolina and he thought… he thought he had lost those assholes again because abandoning him was what Churches did best.
Fuck, it hurt.
Tucker sat down beside him, heavy and tired and looking at where his hands rested between his knees. “Tell me about how shit went down for you.” Anything had to be better than the narrative in his own head.
Re: for meeeee
It was so fucking quiet and empty.
Wash, thankfully, filled up some of that space, refusing to leave him to the heavy silence and the memories. To the way Tucker didn’t say he was sorry. To the moments when he resented Church not remembering things that he had done with Alpha. To the fear when Epsilon left with Carolina and he thought… he thought he had lost those assholes again because abandoning him was what Churches did best.
Fuck, it hurt.
Tucker sat down beside him, heavy and tired and looking at where his hands rested between his knees. “Tell me about how shit went down for you.” Anything had to be better than the narrative in his own head.