Red vs Blue pt 2

[agnominal]

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[epitomized]

That grin was finally starting to ease, but those wrinkles alongside his eyes were still present, his expression still glad as he lifted a hand to rub a thumb across one tear-smeared cheek. How long had Tucker been carrying that weight, that guilt that Wash might never speak again, because of him?

No. Not because of him, not his fault, not ever. But he would have believed it so and carried that weight regardless.

He didn't deserve to. He'd fight as long as he had to, in order to move that weight from him entirely.

"Water...would be nice." He licked his lips, throat bobbing under the bandages. "Tucker."

[lovernotafighter]

The answer, Wash, was since the moment it happened. Since those dazed steps wandered out into the line of fire and Tucker didn’t stop it. Since he let his anger get the better of him. Since all of it, because that had been his fault, losing his cool had been his fault, being a shitty leader had been his fault; no part of Wash still being able to talk would change his mind on that.

But it helped, like the salve on a burn not curing the wound but making it bearable, better, softening the scar.

Tucker leaned into the hand for a second, letting him just feel it, feel how happy he was while he was grateful for the touch. But Wash wanted water, deserved water, and Tucker would get whatever he wanted as long as he kept saying his name. Turning his face so he could kiss the middle of that palm, he squirmed free to grab the Styrofoam cup that he stuck there earlier, holding the straw out for him to drink from.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, then rattled on because that’s what Tucker did when he was excited. “Fuck, Carolina is going to be so happy, but Caboose might be bummed because he was trying to make some flashcards for you to use. They were…what you expect out of him. And shit, I think Simmons owes Grif ten bucks because they’re assholes.” And they made bets on whether their friend would be able to talk ever again because it was way easier to focus on that than deal with the emotional toil.

“You know they’re going to make you testify at Temple’s trial, right?”