[ there's so much about this that's incredibly aggravating, but that's wash's lot in life. he's rigged up and ready, has been for a while -- but he's nowhere near the apartment, of course. he hasn't been back there for a few days, and he's hoping locus doesn't know that. wash is quietly hiding out in some older empty building, right now, just outside the residential area, keeping an ear out for updates from sombra.
it's really not that he wants to keep all this from locus. but he really wanted some time to think through how best to approach it -- and to process his own damn loss. but of course locus wouldn't think of it at all, of course he's stuck shoving things aside to have to babysit one man and his goddamn tantrum, and.
it's the right thing to do. he knows it is. and he really is doing what he thinks is best to help, and maybe the choices he's making aren't the greatest, but fuck. he's doing what he can, and wash will be the first to admit he's hardly perfect. ]
Back home, Locus. You knew that.
If you're asking something different, you can use your words.
[ in that empty building, wash is spinning knives to keep his hands busy, hefting a too-familiar weight in his hand, throwing it against the opposite wall. felix's goddamn knife. he really should've asked sombra for a taco. maybe he'll still do that. ]
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it's really not that he wants to keep all this from locus. but he really wanted some time to think through how best to approach it -- and to process his own damn loss. but of course locus wouldn't think of it at all, of course he's stuck shoving things aside to have to babysit one man and his goddamn tantrum, and.
it's the right thing to do. he knows it is. and he really is doing what he thinks is best to help, and maybe the choices he's making aren't the greatest, but fuck. he's doing what he can, and wash will be the first to admit he's hardly perfect. ]
Back home, Locus. You knew that.
If you're asking something different, you can use your words.
[ in that empty building, wash is spinning knives to keep his hands busy, hefting a too-familiar weight in his hand, throwing it against the opposite wall. felix's goddamn knife. he really should've asked sombra for a taco. maybe he'll still do that. ]