J-Fucking-C, Wash, you can't just say shit like that. [If it wasn't drama, then it was lack of anything. Hell. The urge to hit Wash was there, was all over him, and if he hadn't just seen his girlfriend bit, Tucker probably would have.] Is she okay?? You just left her somewhere? Why the hell are you here and she's not?

[Not that he wanted Wash gone; he was sure as shit glad to see him, glad to default to his expertise in...what? Runaway animals? Whatever stressful situations or somethingsomething, point was, Wash not being with Kyna made him second guess what was going on.]

Um, yeah. [He thought so, anyway; he hadn't been in the kitchen for awhile now. He looked that way for a second, before back at Wash.] Want help?