[He's about to - he's about to just wrap his tail around and start working him, but something in Wash's voice hits him. The eye contact nails him down and Tucker loses his breath. Wash half-dead under him, Wash watching him as the life drains out of him.
Tucker stills, carefully pulling his tail loose from him, uses a shaky hand to carefully push Wash back.]
I-- [Why this one. Why does he care so fucking much about this damn human, only the second one he's ever made repeat trips to. But his eyes are clear as day as he starts shimmying to get out from underneath him, moving instead to sit up by the headboard and pull his knees up.] I'm pretty beat.
[Not a lie at all, he feels like he's falling apart at the seams.] Sorry, Wash. Maybe after a nap or something?
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Tucker stills, carefully pulling his tail loose from him, uses a shaky hand to carefully push Wash back.]
I-- [Why this one. Why does he care so fucking much about this damn human, only the second one he's ever made repeat trips to. But his eyes are clear as day as he starts shimmying to get out from underneath him, moving instead to sit up by the headboard and pull his knees up.] I'm pretty beat.
[Not a lie at all, he feels like he's falling apart at the seams.] Sorry, Wash. Maybe after a nap or something?