KITTEN

[epitomized]

The Tartarus had left a mark on both of them. They'd escaped with their lives and relatively little damage, but Wash hadn't really come back down from the edge since then. He still looked run ragged, tired, the shadows under his eyes all the more pronounced. He ran drills, and when he wasn't running drills, he was on patrol, or reviewing recon, or anything at all that he might be able to do beyond sleep.

Because when he did? When he was finally lured back to his bed and tried, more often than not he woke up thrashing, screaming, or some variant of the two. So no. No, he didn't sleep much anymore.

And to Tucker's frustration, he wasn't talking to anyone about it, either.

There was no point to it. Things would correct themselves over time, or...or they wouldn't. And he'd be dealt with then. He didn't need Tucker or Gray or anyone else worrying about him right now.

He had this.