[ wash can only give a small smile back, along with a tiny shrug. no sense defending the lie he's been caught in. ]

It's harder to sleep alone.

[ that said, he watches tucker breathe out shakily. he wants to ask - what happened? what did you see? what don't you hear?

the words don't come, choked on concern and indecision. finally, wash reaches out, his hand brushing tuckers back. ]

Yeah. [ he looks up at the sky, at chorus. ] Sometimes, it helps to come up here and just... not think. Do you mind if I join you?