The look he got in response was clear enough without words. Really? Really, Tucker? That's what you open with. Shaking his head, Wash reached for the white board, running his fingers along the edge. They'd given Maine something similar, but he'd wound up giving up on the exercise. Man of few words, as it was.

For Wash, the prospect of not speaking again stings a little more. And this sort of finalizes it, doesn't it? This is how they cope. His lip rolled between his teeth as he held the board tensely for a moment. He took a deep breath, eyes sliding shut. It'd be fine, they'd make this work. All of it.

Now wasn't the time to get upset about it, not in front of Tucker.