[After everything, it still didn't fix it. The eerie quiet that ripped itself a home in the back of his mind.
No lasting damage, was the final diagnosis. Thank fuck for that, honestly. Tucker isn't sure what he would've done if Church had died and broken him as a goodbye gift. No, he's just... lost. Wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes feeling that emptiness more keenly than he'll ever admit; sometimes he doesn't hear anything for a while.
Tucker's always careful those nights he wakes up, slips out of bed so he doesn't wake up Wash and moves to where he can see out. The balcony, the roof. Anywhere to look and see Chorus out there, like the reverse image of a moon. He's just sitting on the balcony tonight, listening to the resounding silence; there's probably noise, but for the life of him he doesn't hear any of it.]
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No lasting damage, was the final diagnosis. Thank fuck for that, honestly. Tucker isn't sure what he would've done if Church had died and broken him as a goodbye gift. No, he's just... lost. Wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes feeling that emptiness more keenly than he'll ever admit; sometimes he doesn't hear anything for a while.
Tucker's always careful those nights he wakes up, slips out of bed so he doesn't wake up Wash and moves to where he can see out. The balcony, the roof. Anywhere to look and see Chorus out there, like the reverse image of a moon. He's just sitting on the balcony tonight, listening to the resounding silence; there's probably noise, but for the life of him he doesn't hear any of it.]