It wasn't that Tucker was mad; he wasn't, at least, not at Wash. Shit happened on missions, and sometimes it was getting stabbed and sometimes it was getting shot through the lung by a sniper, but either way it was all crap. People died sometimes and it bitterly reminded him of Chorus, even if Wash was still alive.
We're supposed to be retired, dammit. You're supposed to have a dumb weird beard and we're fighting dinosaurs and that's it. No more getting shot. No more getting fucking almost killed. That was the rule.
So no, he wasn't mad, he was scared, and Tucker hated feeling like this. He walked into the room, trying to downplay all the other shit in his head for the moment. Wash was okay. He was breathing. He'd...he'd be fine, right?
"Do you know what Dr. Grey would say about this shit? Do you know how loud the opera would be?"
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It wasn't that Tucker was mad; he wasn't, at least, not at Wash. Shit happened on missions, and sometimes it was getting stabbed and sometimes it was getting shot through the lung by a sniper, but either way it was all crap. People died sometimes and it bitterly reminded him of Chorus, even if Wash was still alive.
We're supposed to be retired, dammit. You're supposed to have a dumb weird beard and we're fighting dinosaurs and that's it. No more getting shot. No more getting fucking almost killed. That was the rule.
So no, he wasn't mad, he was scared, and Tucker hated feeling like this. He walked into the room, trying to downplay all the other shit in his head for the moment. Wash was okay. He was breathing. He'd...he'd be fine, right?
"Do you know what Dr. Grey would say about this shit? Do you know how loud the opera would be?"