He watched those lips move and he swore he could hear Wash actually say them, each syllable, the way his tone would rise and fall, the edge of softness that the guys didn't get, the Chorus army didn't know existed. Words first given to him when Tucker was struggling with his scar, and funny how it came around full circle.
He cherished it each time it was said, still by the only person who ever said it to him outside of his kid and his mom.
Tucker didn't say the words aloud; he didn't know why. Maybe some subconscious need for them to be equal, on the same footing, partners. But he followed suit, mouthed the words carefully so he could see them.
I love you, too.
Then he leaned down and kissed him. And sure, he could still taste the metallic penny hint underneath, could taste medicinal bullshit these places used, but he could also taste Wash, and that was all that mattered.
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He watched those lips move and he swore he could hear Wash actually say them, each syllable, the way his tone would rise and fall, the edge of softness that the guys didn't get, the Chorus army didn't know existed. Words first given to him when Tucker was struggling with his scar, and funny how it came around full circle.
He cherished it each time it was said, still by the only person who ever said it to him outside of his kid and his mom.
Tucker didn't say the words aloud; he didn't know why. Maybe some subconscious need for them to be equal, on the same footing, partners. But he followed suit, mouthed the words carefully so he could see them.
I love you, too.
Then he leaned down and kissed him. And sure, he could still taste the metallic penny hint underneath, could taste medicinal bullshit these places used, but he could also taste Wash, and that was all that mattered.