[ wash raises his arms up for tucker to settle himself down where he wants to, putting him half on wash and half against the couch. after tucker settles, wash rests his arms back down again, one curling around tucker's shoulders easily.
the question posed at wash gives him a moment's pause. books, scars? he assumes the deeper of the two, honestly. ]
From things getting thrown at my face, generally. [ he peers down at tucker. ] Locus did hit me in the face with a shotgun.
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the question posed at wash gives him a moment's pause. books, scars? he assumes the deeper of the two, honestly. ]
From things getting thrown at my face, generally. [ he peers down at tucker. ] Locus did hit me in the face with a shotgun.