[ wash continues to listen in silence, taking a slow drag from the stolen cigarette and watching smoke curl lazily through the air at the clatter of something or the other being thrown against a wall. temper, temper, though he supposes locus has every right to be angry. its' just not anything personal, not to wash.

not in that way, at least.

he checks his device briefly for messages from south -- no word from felix. of course. maybe whatever happened here felix is unware of, but wash wouldn't be surprised if felix was just being careless about when to tell him about it. sinking back into the couch slightly, quiet, thinking. ]

You accused me of giving you the run-around, but you've not really asked me much, you realize that?

[ locus has barely asked him any direct questions except for weird ones about whether or not he gave people meaning and would do anything to protect them or something. that suited wash just fine, he assumes felix would've warned locus away from him. he taps the ash from his cigarette. ]

He didn't tell me you were here, you know. I had to find out myself.

[ is felix really worth this shit? really. irritating bitch. ]

Its your business with him, either way. Like I said, it wasn't my responsibility, so if he wants to keep things from you, that's his choice.