[ It's been about a month since Wash's epic fuck-up, and things still are not quite back to how they were before. To his credit (or maybe he's just maintaining the awkwardness by doing so) he has been trying extremely hard ever since Kyna decided to take mercy on him. He's not letting his guard down again, not trusting himself to do anything like he was beginning to before because of just how badly he'd misstepped. So every night they do spend together he puts some thought into.
At this point he's scrambling for ideas of how to make just hanging out at her apartment special, but he did think of something at the last second. When he was sick with that terrible fever, she'd told him about her trips out of the city when she was younger, how much she loved the constellations.
When Wash knocks on her door, he's got a bottle of wine and a blanket in one arm, a large-ish scroll of paper in the other, and a hesitant smile on his face. ]
8/20, the night before deserted
At this point he's scrambling for ideas of how to make just hanging out at her apartment special, but he did think of something at the last second. When he was sick with that terrible fever, she'd told him about her trips out of the city when she was younger, how much she loved the constellations.
When Wash knocks on her door, he's got a bottle of wine and a blanket in one arm, a large-ish scroll of paper in the other, and a hesitant smile on his face. ]
Hey.