Tucker squeezed the hand back, nodding a little. Washington and Locus...had a thing. Tucker didn't know what, didn't want to know what; let him be blissfully ignorant of all that, please. He just knew something was between the two, some understanding or commonality that Tucker wouldn't ever get as long as he existed.
Wash was probably going to want to talk to him.
Shit, Wash was probably going to want to move him in. Not into their house, but back with the Reds and Blues, hope to save him like he had been saved. Something.
But fuck that, Tucker would worry about it later. Right now, he was too busy lifting Wash's hand and kissing the back of it.
"Simmons is keeping track of shit to see if he finds anything, but... you know, he's not exactly the best at this shit." He smiled a little. "And before you ask, yes, all the other guys are fine. Don't worry. I get daily updates from Caboose and I can kind of decipher them."
He sunk down next to him, not letting go of his hand. "Want to watch TV?"
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Wash was probably going to want to talk to him.
Shit, Wash was probably going to want to move him in. Not into their house, but back with the Reds and Blues, hope to save him like he had been saved. Something.
But fuck that, Tucker would worry about it later. Right now, he was too busy lifting Wash's hand and kissing the back of it.
"Simmons is keeping track of shit to see if he finds anything, but... you know, he's not exactly the best at this shit." He smiled a little. "And before you ask, yes, all the other guys are fine. Don't worry. I get daily updates from Caboose and I can kind of decipher them."
He sunk down next to him, not letting go of his hand. "Want to watch TV?"