"That's not what I mean, don't get offended. You're great but he just nearly took out Carolina. I'm not sure I'd be a match for him myself, I don't like the odds of getting him alone, and thinking a better weapon will give you an edge is always a mistake."
It's just... this plan scares him, he acknowledges distantly. After all they've gone through he doesn't want Tucker to be the one to take that risk. But maybe he's the only one who could. The only one who could pull off the ruse and keep him busy physically at once. And maybe he needs this, after being fooled by Felix? Wash just doesn't like it. Doesn't know how he'd live with himself if he goes along with this and Tucker gets hurt. He sighs.
"I'll back your play, I just don't want you to risk it. We can't--" No, that's true but not really the issue. "I can't lose you. At least take my healing unit."
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.
"If we're cornered by Locus we'll be together. And if he gets me alone... honestly, I doubt it'd help. He goes for the kill shot every time, so either I win or I'm dead. But Felix likes to play, you'd make better use of it. Like you said, you'll have Epsilon, he can run it."
It's just practical, logical, until Tucker says... that. And throws Wash off again. Of course he'll be watching. Of course he'll try to protect Tucker, but what if he can't? Tucker trusts him to but he doesn't trust himself. He's failed too many people already.
Felix was like a cat; he knew that. They all knew that by this point, so he finally sighed and nodded. "You win, Wash. I'll take it. Just promise me and you won't be alone."
But depending on who was with him, that could even be worse. Carolina? Good. Caboose? Bad. He made a face, but finally reached up to take off his helmet. If Wash complained about it, he'd just tune it out; he was really good at that.
He wondered if Wash would follow suit.
"But if something happens to you and you need it, I'm so going to 'I told you so' every second for the rest of your life." And there were those deep brown eyes as he said it, looking over at him. He would do it. It was a promise.
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It's just... this plan scares him, he acknowledges distantly. After all they've gone through he doesn't want Tucker to be the one to take that risk. But maybe he's the only one who could. The only one who could pull off the ruse and keep him busy physically at once. And maybe he needs this, after being fooled by Felix? Wash just doesn't like it. Doesn't know how he'd live with himself if he goes along with this and Tucker gets hurt. He sighs.
"I'll back your play, I just don't want you to risk it. We can't--" No, that's true but not really the issue. "I can't lose you. At least take my healing unit."
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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."
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It's just practical, logical, until Tucker says... that. And throws Wash off again. Of course he'll be watching. Of course he'll try to protect Tucker, but what if he can't? Tucker trusts him to but he doesn't trust himself. He's failed too many people already.
"Please just take it."
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But depending on who was with him, that could even be worse. Carolina? Good. Caboose? Bad. He made a face, but finally reached up to take off his helmet. If Wash complained about it, he'd just tune it out; he was really good at that.
He wondered if Wash would follow suit.
"But if something happens to you and you need it, I'm so going to 'I told you so' every second for the rest of your life." And there were those deep brown eyes as he said it, looking over at him. He would do it. It was a promise.
"I'm glad you're back, just so you know."