[ that's absolutely not a face he ever expected to see again.
wash flinches when she removes her helmet, then grits his teeth and looks away. it's easier to pretend that this isn't actually happening when she's faceless, hidden behind the cool titanium of her armor, not living flesh and blood and so familiar that it burns to look at her. he doesn't want to think about dusty, closed-book history. he doesn't want to remember anything about before because before has come and gone and he's over it.
( he's not over it. )
rein it in, wash. ]
Fine. [ he draws a breath and drops his arm, holstering his sidearm at his thigh. ] Fine. Me too.
[ even with his magnum safely tucked away, he still doesn't close the distance between them. this is safer, staying where he is, with enough space between them that wash can bolt whenever he feels it necessary. ]
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wash flinches when she removes her helmet, then grits his teeth and looks away. it's easier to pretend that this isn't actually happening when she's faceless, hidden behind the cool titanium of her armor, not living flesh and blood and so familiar that it burns to look at her. he doesn't want to think about dusty, closed-book history. he doesn't want to remember anything about before because before has come and gone and he's over it.
( he's not over it. )
rein it in, wash. ]
Fine. [ he draws a breath and drops his arm, holstering his sidearm at his thigh. ] Fine. Me too.
[ even with his magnum safely tucked away, he still doesn't close the distance between them. this is safer, staying where he is, with enough space between them that wash can bolt whenever he feels it necessary. ]