[ wash can see that tucker is trying to focus, trying to listen. it's a heavy question he asks, though. how did wash handle the aftermath?

he takes a breath, lets it out slowly. ]

At first, I didn't handle them well. Just tried not to think about it. Not something I recommend doing, by the way.

[ so wry. ]

I tried... talking to the other Freelancers, but no one ever really wanted to talk about it. Even North didn't seem to get it. So ... I would run. I'd run on the treadmills until I couldn't think anymore and then I'd try to sleep.

[ there's quiet after that, though. wash isn't sure he ever really found something that worked for him. ]