Better. This was so much better. And the look in Wash's eyes when he was facing him was the stuff that moved mountains, that made Tucker a better person, that told him that they wouldn't be broken by this. Tucker didn't pull away from the hand, just let it sit there in his dreads while he smiled softly.

Yeah. This was the person he was marrying, this person who did the best miming for training ever. Who still loved even after he got shot for no good reason whatsoever. And maybe if that's the part that pissed Tucker off the most; it could have been avoided. Should have. Wash had wandered out, and Tucker should have watched him. That was all there was to it.

Tucker leaned into the hand, letting his eyes close while he turned his face just enough to kiss the inside of Wash's arm. "When we get home, the things I'm gonna do to you... You're going to wish you were back in the hospital because at least here, you'll get a little bit of sleep."