[ too bad, you're caught dead in it, tucker. wash feels the tense shoulders through his hand, and he catches tucker peeking out of the corner of his eye.
before he can call him on it, though, he speaks. dreams, the noise and then the nothing.
wash looks up a little, but keeps his mouth visible. he talks slowly, enunciating his words carefully. ]
I still have dreams about her. They just... come less frequently.
no subject
before he can call him on it, though, he speaks. dreams, the noise and then the nothing.
wash looks up a little, but keeps his mouth visible. he talks slowly, enunciating his words carefully. ]
I still have dreams about her. They just... come less frequently.