[ He changes course and heads there instead -- he'll beat Kyna, who will find the bags of supplies and his coat on the dining room table, and Wash himself on the couch looking decidedly broody. ]
[Kyna scoots close, pressing up against his side and wrapping her free arm around him.]
Are you... Um, I mean, do you think he doesn't trust you about Maine or he doesn't... you know. [She bites her lip, trying to figure out how to say it.] Do you think he thinks you could screw up again or something?
[ Wash takes his phone back so she has her other hand free, for him to thread their fingers together. At least someone understands why he's upset, that means he's not crazy, right? ]
....I don't know. I don't know how deep it goes, I guess I thought of all of them, Tucker trusted me the most. That he understood.
Maybe? He's been angrier at me here than he ever was back home... when he thought I was ignoring the war because I was having some kind of sex vacation, then about the implant stuff with Name, now this. Maybe I've just fucked up one too many times and he's done trusting me.
I don't know, Kyna, he's been pissed at me before but this is... I want to say it's just because he's scared for Church but this feels more personal. Like he doesn't trust my judgment. Again.
[Kyna blows out a breath, then stays quiet for a second or so. She's getting defensive of Wash, but she doesn't think that's what he needs right now. When she responds, her voice is softer.]
Do you want to talk to him? Do you think he'd be honest about it?
[ He appreciates it, but no, ragging on Tucker won't help. ]
I don't know... on either count. I feel like I'd screw it up worse, I'm not good at saying the right thing and I don't know if he'd be honest about being scared or just take it as another attack.
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[ He changes course and heads there instead -- he'll beat Kyna, who will find the bags of supplies and his coat on the dining room table, and Wash himself on the couch looking decidedly broody. ]
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Hey.
[She crosses the room and plops down beside him, shoulder pressing into his.]
What happened?
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...he doesn't trust me. Not to know my friend from a murderous empty shell, and not to protect them.
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What do you mean? Why are you saying that?
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[ Wash holds out his phone, open to an old conversation -- dated weeks before, back when Maine first showed up. ]
I thought maybe I just didn't handle it right, but it hasn't stopped bothering me. I finally figured out why. He doesn't trust me about any of this.
[ And now he thinks he knows how Kyna felt when he fucked up. ]
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Jesus. Has he acted like this before?
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[Kyna scoots close, pressing up against his side and wrapping her free arm around him.]
Are you... Um, I mean, do you think he doesn't trust you about Maine or he doesn't... you know. [She bites her lip, trying to figure out how to say it.] Do you think he thinks you could screw up again or something?
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....I don't know. I don't know how deep it goes, I guess I thought of all of them, Tucker trusted me the most. That he understood.
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Did something change? Before this, I mean?
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Wait, but how did you fuck up? I mean, the implant thing, yeah, but... What else?
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Do you want to talk to him? Do you think he'd be honest about it?
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I don't know... on either count. I feel like I'd screw it up worse, I'm not good at saying the right thing and I don't know if he'd be honest about being scared or just take it as another attack.
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