Yeah? [He can't help the way his voice pitches halfway through the word when Wash touches at him.] Holy fuck.
[Tucker takes a breath and holds it, presses his forehead against Wash's shoulder and clutches at his shirt. Even just the way the base of his horns press against the muscle gets to him, it's really been too long.] Ffffffuck, dude.
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[Tucker takes a breath and holds it, presses his forehead against Wash's shoulder and clutches at his shirt. Even just the way the base of his horns press against the muscle gets to him, it's really been too long.] Ffffffuck, dude.