That prompted a vaguely confused look before Wash gave a slow nod. Alright, Tucker, whatever makes you happy.

Gone, then. There was a great deal he still wanted to say to the mercenary. Maybe their paths would cross again. Who knew? It was likely better for all involved that they didn't, and he understood Tucker leaving that out of his talk with Kimball. He said as much by moving his hand to cover Tucker's, giving a supportive little squeeze.

Things happened they way they had for a reason. Fortunate that he was there when he had been. Fortunate too that they were where they were now, able to puzzle on the fact.