[Well, now he felt like shit, but just a little. It wasn't his fault that Wash was as tightly controlled as he was (even if Tucker should have been well aware of it by this point). But losing a friend...he knew what that was like.
He made a face, his eyes flickering off to the side, before reaching out to grab that bloodied helmet.]
I'm...sorry, man.
[Choice words that Tucker didn't use often. Apologies didn't exactly run in his blood.
He turned and started towards the kitchen, head down. Fuck. Way to fuck up.]
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He made a face, his eyes flickering off to the side, before reaching out to grab that bloodied helmet.]
I'm...sorry, man.
[Choice words that Tucker didn't use often. Apologies didn't exactly run in his blood.
He turned and started towards the kitchen, head down. Fuck. Way to fuck up.]
Come on.