[ unfortunately, now that they're here with no one else around and at no risk of being interrupted, wash doesn't know what the fuck to say to him.
maybe that's not right. maybe there's too much he can say and not enough words for everything he wants to express. maine glances at him, lightning quick and with barely a tic of his head in his direction, and wash swallows, wets his bottom lip with his tongue and stares hard at maine's knee.
he doesn't say anything. the silence stretches on, broken only by the heavy clinking of maine's armor as he shifts, and the low, buzzing hum of the wind and sand outside the bunker. normally, wash wouldn't think of this as strange. after all, maine rarely has anything to say, and when he does, he's usually responding in low grunts and apathetic rumbles. his current behavior is completely normal and completely expected.
wash is the strange one, here. because while he's not as loud and rambunctious as some of his colleagues, he's also not a particularly quiet person.
minutes pass before wash stirs and sets his sidearm on the bench beside him. he breathes out hard and rubs a gloved hand through his hair, nails scraping down the back of his scalp until his hair sticks out at odd angles. ]
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maybe that's not right. maybe there's too much he can say and not enough words for everything he wants to express. maine glances at him, lightning quick and with barely a tic of his head in his direction, and wash swallows, wets his bottom lip with his tongue and stares hard at maine's knee.
he doesn't say anything. the silence stretches on, broken only by the heavy clinking of maine's armor as he shifts, and the low, buzzing hum of the wind and sand outside the bunker. normally, wash wouldn't think of this as strange. after all, maine rarely has anything to say, and when he does, he's usually responding in low grunts and apathetic rumbles. his current behavior is completely normal and completely expected.
wash is the strange one, here. because while he's not as loud and rambunctious as some of his colleagues, he's also not a particularly quiet person.
minutes pass before wash stirs and sets his sidearm on the bench beside him. he breathes out hard and rubs a gloved hand through his hair, nails scraping down the back of his scalp until his hair sticks out at odd angles. ]
Come here.