[ Okay, that's progress. Wash pulls his shirt over his head, steps out of his sweatpants, then considers for a moment before stepping in with his underwear still on. They've seen each other plenty but he doesn't want her to get the wrong idea after their conversation earlier.
She's huddled against the far wall and Wash takes a deep breath, trying to school his emotions like she told him was possible for this, so he can be a comforting presence instead of just echoing more shit back at her. Finally he reaches out -- he'll check her face more closely in a minute, holding her seems more important. ]
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She's huddled against the far wall and Wash takes a deep breath, trying to school his emotions like she told him was possible for this, so he can be a comforting presence instead of just echoing more shit back at her. Finally he reaches out -- he'll check her face more closely in a minute, holding her seems more important. ]
Come here. It's okay.