Oooh fuck. [It comes out whiny and high and Tucker tilts his head back but-- Okay, no, he really needs to help strip Wash down. He's down to just his greaves now himself, but he's got to get Wash out of his armor or they won't get too much farther.
It definitely takes some maneuvering, but he gets his hands on Wash's chest plate. Not the most important piece, but he doesn't want it poking into his own chest because holy shit, Wash is getting desperate. Hell, he doesn't even care that they're still in the open hallway here, he's going to just work on getting Wash's shoulder armors off and go from there.]
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It definitely takes some maneuvering, but he gets his hands on Wash's chest plate. Not the most important piece, but he doesn't want it poking into his own chest because holy shit, Wash is getting desperate. Hell, he doesn't even care that they're still in the open hallway here, he's going to just work on getting Wash's shoulder armors off and go from there.]