[The scars are one thing the other world almost brushed over. He had reasons for his own tucked somewhere in the back of his skull (world's unluckiest cop, car accident, another car accident) and reasons for not asking too much about the electrical scarring that branched out across Wash's skin like ancient markings. He'd found them - strangely - beautiful, and that was enough. Wash had learned his like they told a very particular story.
They'll tell a new one, now. But -- he watches as Wash takes his hand, a tender gesture to anyone who might glance over, with a meaning only the two of them can see.]
But that's what I need.
[The words spill out before he's really thought about them, and he tilts his head for a minute, looking for a better phrasing.]
no subject
They'll tell a new one, now. But -- he watches as Wash takes his hand, a tender gesture to anyone who might glance over, with a meaning only the two of them can see.]
But that's what I need.
[The words spill out before he's really thought about them, and he tilts his head for a minute, looking for a better phrasing.]
I mean, that's what makes this easier, for me.