Oh, it felt good to be here, curled up against him. The only way Tucker could do it was to be on his side, and he tangled one leg with Wash's, careful of where he touched. At least the guy didn't have a catheter anymore; that had been awkward.
There was a wicked little laugh as he took the remote. "I've got you trained, huh?" King of the Shows. He turned it on, waiting for it to warm up. For a second, it almost felt normal: television, remote, curled around each other, and Tucker talking endlessly while Wash listened. He...just listened extra quietly today. Or, you know, forever.
Tucker started flipping through, past the Grifball semi-finals, past the news that wouldn't stop talking about the arrest of the Blues and Reds and the Chorus peacetalks, past the cooking channel that was for aliens only. He stalled on a channel that had boobs and recognized it for that show Grif and Simmons tackled him and forced him to watch with dragons and hot people and headsmashing, then looked back at Wash.
"Sexy violence probably isn't good if we're trying not to get in the mood, huh?"
And on he went. On. And on. Fast like a blur and it was a wonder that he even knew what was on when--
"Holy shit, I haven't watched this in forever." The flickering stopped and the high octave singing of the Ducktales theme hummed through the speakers. Tucker laughed a little, leaning back; he'd change it in a minute, but damn if the song wasn't catchy.
"You know, I can only sing the theme in Sangheili?" He hummed it, murmuring a blargh here and there. "Junior loved it and would sing it around the house, so I learned it for him." Yeah, for all the diplomatic bullshit that Tucker had to be educated in, the first thing he ever memorized in the alien language was a theme song to a show about anthropomorphized ducks.
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There was a wicked little laugh as he took the remote. "I've got you trained, huh?" King of the Shows. He turned it on, waiting for it to warm up. For a second, it almost felt normal: television, remote, curled around each other, and Tucker talking endlessly while Wash listened. He...just listened extra quietly today. Or, you know, forever.
Tucker started flipping through, past the Grifball semi-finals, past the news that wouldn't stop talking about the arrest of the Blues and Reds and the Chorus peacetalks, past the cooking channel that was for aliens only. He stalled on a channel that had boobs and recognized it for that show Grif and Simmons tackled him and forced him to watch with dragons and hot people and headsmashing, then looked back at Wash.
"Sexy violence probably isn't good if we're trying not to get in the mood, huh?"
And on he went. On. And on. Fast like a blur and it was a wonder that he even knew what was on when--
"Holy shit, I haven't watched this in forever." The flickering stopped and the high octave singing of the Ducktales theme hummed through the speakers. Tucker laughed a little, leaning back; he'd change it in a minute, but damn if the song wasn't catchy.
"You know, I can only sing the theme in Sangheili?" He hummed it, murmuring a blargh here and there. "Junior loved it and would sing it around the house, so I learned it for him." Yeah, for all the diplomatic bullshit that Tucker had to be educated in, the first thing he ever memorized in the alien language was a theme song to a show about anthropomorphized ducks.
"You ever watch it?"