[He's been thinking about it for a while now, since they started meeting regularly. Tucker sat and thought about it, realizing how weird it was that he'd almost completely stopped hunting. Just unconsciously went to Wash every time he got hungry or wanted the company that wasn't Church or the others; when he wanted human company and boy was that a doozy of a realization. But he can't ignore the reality: he literally eats Wash's life away a little every time they're together and do anything more than general physical attention.
And he's not entirely okay with that thought.
He's exhausted, hasn't done a lot with him lately so he lands heavy, gets a hand on the doorframe to steady the landing and fuck fuck he loves that smile and that it's directed at him and for him.]
Wash, hey. [Try not to sound exhausted.] You come here often?
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And he's not entirely okay with that thought.
He's exhausted, hasn't done a lot with him lately so he lands heavy, gets a hand on the doorframe to steady the landing and fuck fuck he loves that smile and that it's directed at him and for him.]
Wash, hey. [Try not to sound exhausted.] You come here often?