[Wash immediately recoils in the way one does when you don't trust people, and getting punched, hit by cars, or shot at is your primary form of physical interaction with others.]
Hey, hey, whoa!
[He can't even remember the last time someone touched him in a friendly way. Probably someone putting a hand on his shoulder or a fist bump or something when Project Freelancer actually had...well, Freelancers. Other than him. And even that is not the same as someone squirming under his arm for what's essentially a hug.]
[The last time he was hugged was probably -]
[He doesn't so much stop that thought in its tracks as murders it. Because he will never have that again.]
[Even if he gets out of this and somehow goes home and also gets out of prison (which is...unlikely, given how his disappearance on the job will look), his name will forever be in the dirt, regardless of whether he gains his freedom.]
[So no, he is not getting hugged by one of his sis- no.]
[All of that is why Wash, a grown man, squirms away to the very edge of his seat, as far away as possible, arms raised to keep them away from her, like he is suddenly terrified of a tiny teenage girl.]
[His voice goes shrill.]
Personal space hula hoop!
[He gestures where the hula hoop ends, which is nowhere near that close to his body.]
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Hey, hey, whoa!
[He can't even remember the last time someone touched him in a friendly way. Probably someone putting a hand on his shoulder or a fist bump or something when Project Freelancer actually had...well, Freelancers. Other than him. And even that is not the same as someone squirming under his arm for what's essentially a hug.]
[The last time he was hugged was probably -]
[He doesn't so much stop that thought in its tracks as murders it. Because he will never have that again.]
[Even if he gets out of this and somehow goes home and also gets out of prison (which is...unlikely, given how his disappearance on the job will look), his name will forever be in the dirt, regardless of whether he gains his freedom.]
[So no, he is not getting hugged by one of his sis- no.]
[All of that is why Wash, a grown man, squirms away to the very edge of his seat, as far away as possible, arms raised to keep them away from her, like he is suddenly terrified of a tiny teenage girl.]
[His voice goes shrill.]
Personal space hula hoop!
[He gestures where the hula hoop ends, which is nowhere near that close to his body.]