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WASHINGTON. ([personal profile] protocol) wrote 2024-12-28 05:47 pm (UTC)

Happy to help, D'Artagnan.

[ wash doesn't move to stop d'artagnan from standing, but in his mind's eye -- he sees him sitting on the couch, turning his face away, fingers twisting into each other. the sound of his voice, deathly quiet, barely anything above a whisper, a quiet thank you. wash still doesn't know him, doesn't want to presume anything, but it just would seem remiss for him to not at least touch at it, hopefully without coming across like someone giving unwanted advice for something he probably doesn't know enough about to even begin to understand. ]

You know -- the memory thing is a bit of a living hell. But most people who hear about it won't realize that, or even consider how much it might change how I see things. To most, it's just kind of a party trick that they'll forget about.

So I appreciated that.

[ that's what wash arrives at: instead of bringing up whatever vulnerability that d'artagnan had shown in that moment, just a touch of his own. d'artagnan had cut surprisingly close to a lot of what wash grapples with, and from very little, had demonstrated an understanding of what that might do to him. and wash may not have been driven to tears for it, but he noticed and appreciated it. whatever solace wash had been able to offer for him in that moment to bring such a strong response, wash had gotten something out of talking to him, too.

but that's enough. they don't need to linger. he just wants to make sure there's an open door: ]


If you'd like to talk more sometime, you how to find me.

[ not just about rope or motorcycles or government buildings, but hey. those things too. ]

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