Locus. God, he still didn't know how to feel about Locus, who swept in out of nowhere, saved all their asses, and then whisked Wash away. Fucking mercenaries, or whatever Locus was now, trying to show him up. Tucker wished he could have done it, wished he could have been then one to save him, wished that he could have helped instead of getting him in this bed in the fir--
Nope. Not going down that route. It didn't take a genius to realize how much Wash hated it when he did, so it boxed it up before it could show too much. Maybe that would work.
So, Tucker shook his head and shrugged. "Don't know. Dropped you off and poof: gone. It's like you've been giving him melodrama lessons." And I have so much to say to him still, and about eighty percent of it is yelling. "I didn't tell Kimball that he was helping; I'm so not ready for that line of questioning."
Endless, angry questions. He remembered how Kimball looked when she was pissed: that sexy level of rage that seemed like she would break your balls and enjoy every second of it. He kinda missed it.
"But I swear to God, Wash, I'm going on whatever quest I need to do to get a ship."
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Nope. Not going down that route. It didn't take a genius to realize how much Wash hated it when he did, so it boxed it up before it could show too much. Maybe that would work.
So, Tucker shook his head and shrugged. "Don't know. Dropped you off and poof: gone. It's like you've been giving him melodrama lessons." And I have so much to say to him still, and about eighty percent of it is yelling. "I didn't tell Kimball that he was helping; I'm so not ready for that line of questioning."
Endless, angry questions. He remembered how Kimball looked when she was pissed: that sexy level of rage that seemed like she would break your balls and enjoy every second of it. He kinda missed it.
"But I swear to God, Wash, I'm going on whatever quest I need to do to get a ship."