Wash doesn't see his gaze because hearing that makes Wash bury his face in both hands and lets out a little "AAAAUGH" in frustration because now apparently his life has been complicated by either time travel or a North from another dimension where he's equally doomed! Great!
"I'm fine! It's fine, I'm fine," he says immediately after the scream, in a voice that is a little higher than Wash would like. "It's fine."
But North won't be fine.
Wash keeps his face buried because it's impossible for it to feel that much at once while trying to simultaneously deaden itself. You can't stop halfway between them, instead it nearly shreds itself trying to be both.
He draws in breath, lets it out, another breath, lets it out.
His words are hollow when he finally forces them out, "I was sent after your recovery beacon."
Of course he was.
Because he was one of the last ones left, barring command's top secret Recovery Two.
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"I'm fine! It's fine, I'm fine," he says immediately after the scream, in a voice that is a little higher than Wash would like. "It's fine."
But North won't be fine.
Wash keeps his face buried because it's impossible for it to feel that much at once while trying to simultaneously deaden itself. You can't stop halfway between them, instead it nearly shreds itself trying to be both.
He draws in breath, lets it out, another breath, lets it out.
His words are hollow when he finally forces them out, "I was sent after your recovery beacon."
Of course he was.
Because he was one of the last ones left, barring command's top secret Recovery Two.