This is risky, and Wash knows it. It's been a while since his conversation with Azucar, and in the spare moments between conversations he can't help but turn it over in his mind. According to her, Locus got fucked up six ways to Sunday in there. Talking to him is a risk, to put it lightly.
But Wash has had to put himself back together on his own before. It's a difficult process, made even more so without any help. He can't just leave Locus to the wolves, even if they're all internal - not when he can help.
So he heads into the UNSC base that comprises Locus' section of the hab deck. The door's not locked, he notes with surprise, and Locus-
Doesn't look at him. Doesn't look good at all. Yikes.
Moving slowly, with clear, telegraphed movements, Wash sets down his stack of blankets, grabbing one off the top (dark green, go figure). He approaches Locus as he unfolds it, and after a moment's thought, drapes it gingerly around Locus' shoulders. It's a gentle gesture, almost intimate, and is probably crossing some boundaries somewhere, but...well, fuck it. As long as it helps.
(Hopefully it helps.)
He moves a few feet away, giving Locus his personal space back, and leans against the wall. The ball is in Locus' court now.
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But Wash has had to put himself back together on his own before. It's a difficult process, made even more so without any help. He can't just leave Locus to the wolves, even if they're all internal - not when he can help.
So he heads into the UNSC base that comprises Locus' section of the hab deck. The door's not locked, he notes with surprise, and Locus-
Doesn't look at him. Doesn't look good at all. Yikes.
Moving slowly, with clear, telegraphed movements, Wash sets down his stack of blankets, grabbing one off the top (dark green, go figure). He approaches Locus as he unfolds it, and after a moment's thought, drapes it gingerly around Locus' shoulders. It's a gentle gesture, almost intimate, and is probably crossing some boundaries somewhere, but...well, fuck it. As long as it helps.
(Hopefully it helps.)
He moves a few feet away, giving Locus his personal space back, and leans against the wall. The ball is in Locus' court now.