[ well, at least tucker is admitting it now. thats something wash gives him credit for, even if there's a mild surge of frustration.

he looks at tucker, listening, and frowning, his hand rubbing before he lets go. he reaches up to tap his own ears.

he does want to share this. maybe it will help. and then he has an idea, and holds up a finger. ]

Sorry, but - hold on.

[ he disappears back into the apartment, returning a moment later with his tablet. ]