[ She wishes it were easier to let go, but the fact that fake her—a fake her that was even meant to be the responsible one, the one looking out for her twin instead of the other way around—went straight to throwing her brother under the bus bothers her.

But the thing with Wash on it’s own is… well, it’s own thing. At least it didn’t come to an actual shootout. Or knives in places they shouldn’t be. ]

i love that you’re more concerned abt the fucking whiskey than me bringing the gun. that’s some peak priorities

right, you do, and that’s my only sidearm. i have a rifle but even i’m not so fucking unsubtle i carry that around