[ Oh boy. He doesn't just hear it -- Wash can feel the anger radiating off Maine, the rage. How he burrows down in it like a toad in the mud, holds on to it despite Wash's best efforts. He can't keep pushing, he knows. Not that he thinks Maine would hurt him, he trusts his friend implicitly, but he could get angrier. More resentful. Storm off and then Wash can't approach him again about this, can't try to warm him up to the idea that Ephemera isn't an enemy anymore. Hmm.
The way Maine growls "good" just makes Wash feel like he and Ephemera have more in common than either of them will ever admit to. He presses his lips together inside his helmet and tries to pick a direction to proceed in. Whichever path he takes, it'll have to be cautiously. ]
I get it.
[ He just breathes for a moment, the mammoth carcass forgotten beside them, then asks, because it's important and Ephemera acted like he didn't but... ]
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The way Maine growls "good" just makes Wash feel like he and Ephemera have more in common than either of them will ever admit to. He presses his lips together inside his helmet and tries to pick a direction to proceed in. Whichever path he takes, it'll have to be cautiously. ]
I get it.
[ He just breathes for a moment, the mammoth carcass forgotten beside them, then asks, because it's important and Ephemera acted like he didn't but... ]
Did he threaten you?