Hey, no giving him that look, Locus. He's the one who gives Looks around here.

He's not wrong that a bigger frame helps, though, and it still makes Wash relax a little, the tense of his shoulders dropping a big when the other man pushes against him. His fingers are threaded through that dark hair and he's silent for a moment, listening to them both breathe.

It's either a bad night or a good level of trust, because after a moment Wash speaks.

"I'm just... going over all the slips in training. What would happen if it was real combat."