[ The rush of fear coming from Carolina is, indeed, something that unsettles Wash deeply. She pulls away quickly, though, stepping into the shower and farther from him and he follows, hesitating at the curtain. Touching it instead of her, his breathing quick and shallow with residual fear. He tries to keep his voice steady when he calls out to her again. ]
Carolina... Carolina, please talk to me. Please.
[ What the fuck happened?!
If he were someone else, or less afraid and worried, he might make a joke about getting naked and following her in if she doesn't answer, but he's not that person. ]
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Carolina... Carolina, please talk to me. Please.
[ What the fuck happened?!
If he were someone else, or less afraid and worried, he might make a joke about getting naked and following her in if she doesn't answer, but he's not that person. ]