[He looks almost relieved at that, shoulders slumping before he looks back to Wash, all apologetic in his eyes and shrinks his wings down even more so they'll be out of the way.]
Thanks. I-- I'd like that, yeah.
[Long enough, he ducks his head down, ears drooping a bit, before starting to tuck himself under the top blanket. Fuck he hates this.]
[Well, good. He's not going anywhere, at least. Wash enjoys his company just as much as the sex, but it always seems prudent to give Tucker the energy boost before anything else. Wash slides under the covers with him, hesitating before -- carefully -- putting an arm around his waist.]
... you want to, uh, talk about anything?
[A rare offer from Wash, mister allergic to feelings.]
[He fucked that up didn't he? One day he'll get the hang of human conversations.]
I will.
...Thanks. [He settles in to where he is, lets his tail reach behind and wrap around Wash's waist. An olive branch for the shit he just did to the poor guy. It doesn't take but a minute or two of soaking up the warmth before he's asleep (at night, what the hell is wrong with him, sleeping at night), settled and comfortable there.]
[Tucker's exhausted. Wash sleeps a little, wakes up too goddamn early like he always does, and Tucker's still there, passed the fuck out. Wash tries to slip out without waking him up, but that's hardly an issue, as out cold as Tucker is.
Wash makes breakfast. Wash feeds his cats. Wash idly reads the news for a while. Nothing of real importance. Mostly he just... waits for Tucker.]
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Thanks. I-- I'd like that, yeah.
[Long enough, he ducks his head down, ears drooping a bit, before starting to tuck himself under the top blanket. Fuck he hates this.]
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... you want to, uh, talk about anything?
[A rare offer from Wash, mister allergic to feelings.]
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He sure as hell is not going to talk about why he just bailed on the one thing he's good at.]
Mm. Why? Did you want to?
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He just... hoped Tucker would want to tell him what was wrong anyway. Overestimated their relationship again. Wash needs to stop doing that.]
Well, tell me if you need anything, at least? More pillows, or something.
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I will.
...Thanks. [He settles in to where he is, lets his tail reach behind and wrap around Wash's waist. An olive branch for the shit he just did to the poor guy. It doesn't take but a minute or two of soaking up the warmth before he's asleep (at night, what the hell is wrong with him, sleeping at night), settled and comfortable there.]
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Wash makes breakfast. Wash feeds his cats. Wash idly reads the news for a while. Nothing of real importance. Mostly he just... waits for Tucker.]