When the fingers squeezed, when the thumb moved, Tucker looked up at him.No. Sure. Fine. It was super fucking easy to say that when you're three sheets to the wind on morphine and dilaudid; it didn't make it true.
"Dude, you're just going to hurt yourself. Shhh. Relax, okay?" He reached over, combing his fingers through Wash's hair, hair he had rinsed the blood out of while he slept. The staff didn't like it, said it was their job, but he couldn't stare at it anymore, so he had done it anyway. Suck on that.
Now he just brushed it back, feeling it slide through his fingers. "Just think of the bright side: I guess...this means I'll always win arguments since you can't fight back. And the ceremony is going to be really fucking short, like, only half the time. You don't even have to think up vows or stuff."
He was trying to make a joke. He really, really was. It's just like with most of them: too soon.
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...and then Wash was trying to speak, and Tucker didn't know what to do. This dumb fiancé of his was going to mess himself up more, and Tucker looked hesitantly to the door. God, don't let a nurse come in, or else he was getting kicked out for winding Wash up for sure. He knew it.
"Dude, you're just going to hurt yourself. Shhh. Relax, okay?" He reached over, combing his fingers through Wash's hair, hair he had rinsed the blood out of while he slept. The staff didn't like it, said it was their job, but he couldn't stare at it anymore, so he had done it anyway. Suck on that.
Now he just brushed it back, feeling it slide through his fingers. "Just think of the bright side: I guess...this means I'll always win arguments since you can't fight back. And the ceremony is going to be really fucking short, like, only half the time. You don't even have to think up vows or stuff."
He was trying to make a joke. He really, really was. It's just like with most of them: too soon.