Admittedly, Wash isn't a very good judge of how people should respond to situations either - not anymore, at least. His semi-public breakdown and the fact that he hadn't left his room for nearly a day are very plain evidence of that.
He hears someone coming and turns his head to see Chief in his full armor. For the first time in a long time, he's struck by just how big Chief is. This is how people see Spartans - this is how he'd seen Chief before he'd gotten to know him - all size and power, unreadable expressions and impenetrable armor.
For the first time in a long time, he feels small.
(This, he realizes, might be how people feel when they see him in armor. He'll have to remember that - not that he has a choice in that matter.)
The feeling passes as Chief makes a gesture across his helmet. Wash can't read it, but it must mean something to Chief; either way, it's a reminder that behind that faceplate is someone he's gotten to know and cares about.
Chief sits, and Wash settles back a bit, as though nothing is wrong. It's a lie, and also his default state of affairs. "I slept for sixteen hours," he points out.
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He hears someone coming and turns his head to see Chief in his full armor. For the first time in a long time, he's struck by just how big Chief is. This is how people see Spartans - this is how he'd seen Chief before he'd gotten to know him - all size and power, unreadable expressions and impenetrable armor.
For the first time in a long time, he feels small.
(This, he realizes, might be how people feel when they see him in armor. He'll have to remember that - not that he has a choice in that matter.)
The feeling passes as Chief makes a gesture across his helmet. Wash can't read it, but it must mean something to Chief; either way, it's a reminder that behind that faceplate is someone he's gotten to know and cares about.
Chief sits, and Wash settles back a bit, as though nothing is wrong. It's a lie, and also his default state of affairs. "I slept for sixteen hours," he points out.