[ wash can feel his gaze drawn down between locus' legs, his helmet tilting down a little bit further, the gun still pressed against locus' collarbone.
there is some connection between him and locus, as much as he's struggled to separate the two of them. there's something in locus that he's seen in both himself and maine; paths they could have taken to end up where he was. did end up, maybe.
wash tries not to think about it, most days.
for now, he watches. licks his lips inside the helmet, tastes the sweat on his upper lip before he speaks again. ]
Go slow. You don't want this to be over too quick.
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there is some connection between him and locus, as much as he's struggled to separate the two of them. there's something in locus that he's seen in both himself and maine; paths they could have taken to end up where he was. did end up, maybe.
wash tries not to think about it, most days.
for now, he watches. licks his lips inside the helmet, tastes the sweat on his upper lip before he speaks again. ]
Go slow. You don't want this to be over too quick.
[ he presses the gun forward, just a smidge. ]