[ Maine makes a face at Wash's assertion, but he doesn't argue. Nor does he agree. Instead, he raises his glass and finally gets to drinking his water.
It's ... not exactly a pleasant sensation. The act of swallowing drags his attention to his throat, highlighting every single difference and making the wrongness worse than usual. Stubbornly, he distracts himself by mentally replaying Wash's words about the soldiers on Chorus. Pushes his mind towards memories of past battles; thinks of new recruits who pissed themselves at the sight of hinge-heads, but still managed to complete the mission.
It's a good distraction. And, by the time Maine takes a break from his glass, he's willing to give Wash a grudging grunt of agreement.
When Wash puts it that way, he guesses he might like them. ]
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It's ... not exactly a pleasant sensation. The act of swallowing drags his attention to his throat, highlighting every single difference and making the wrongness worse than usual. Stubbornly, he distracts himself by mentally replaying Wash's words about the soldiers on Chorus. Pushes his mind towards memories of past battles; thinks of new recruits who pissed themselves at the sight of hinge-heads, but still managed to complete the mission.
It's a good distraction. And, by the time Maine takes a break from his glass, he's willing to give Wash a grudging grunt of agreement.
When Wash puts it that way, he guesses he might like them. ]