Tucker knew Wash enough to know that this? All of this? Was going to frustrate the hell out of him. Sure, it was the wires and the lines and beeping and the hospital, but that was something different, a different sort of frustration, a fear. No, it was the not talking that was going to piss him off the most. It's such a small, easy thing, something that could easily be taken for granted, something that most people didn't even think about.
Tucker didn't have the heart to tell him that one of the last things he said was literally, Uh oh, spaghettios.
His hands move slowly, nails lightly brushing over his scalp, moving back until he met the pillow and then starting at the temple and around the ear. He could feel Wash relaxing and that was good, that was really good; he needed to relax. He needed to sleep. He needed to let the meds do their work.
"I mean, that's cool, right? Everyone just wants to get to the reception anyway; people only come to weddings for the questionably hot drunk bridesmaids and the booze." Pillow. Start again. "And I'll have to think up some inventive new ways for safewords."
When his fingers hit the pillow this time, he slid them back behind Wash's head, leaning down to rest his brow to his fiance's. He looked into those drugged blue eyes and tried to smile. "I mean, if the Little Mermaid can get her Prince Charming without being able to speak, you should, too, right? And you're way fucking hotter. Always had a thing for blondes."
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Tucker didn't have the heart to tell him that one of the last things he said was literally, Uh oh, spaghettios.
His hands move slowly, nails lightly brushing over his scalp, moving back until he met the pillow and then starting at the temple and around the ear. He could feel Wash relaxing and that was good, that was really good; he needed to relax. He needed to sleep. He needed to let the meds do their work.
"I mean, that's cool, right? Everyone just wants to get to the reception anyway; people only come to weddings for the questionably hot drunk bridesmaids and the booze." Pillow. Start again. "And I'll have to think up some inventive new ways for safewords."
When his fingers hit the pillow this time, he slid them back behind Wash's head, leaning down to rest his brow to his fiance's. He looked into those drugged blue eyes and tried to smile. "I mean, if the Little Mermaid can get her Prince Charming without being able to speak, you should, too, right? And you're way fucking hotter. Always had a thing for blondes."