[ Ah, fuckberries. There go his denial options. He can't even call weird Wash-from-the-past shenanigans, because Wash has literally the most recent scar on his roster. Full buzzkill Wash. ]
... it's Tucker. [ Present and accounted for and looking an appropriate level of completely crestfallen. He's speechless for a long moment, then. This will likely not happen again in the near future.
This shouldn't be something that's happening. Even considering Wash's particular circumstances.
Suddenly Tucker is all the more keenly aware of the fact that, as far as he's seen, there really isn't anyone else from home stuck with Jorgmund. No one else to lean on.
(Because how much can he count on anyone else here, really? He doesn't exactly have the best track record when it comes to the benefit of the doubt.
If he's not feeling great about that, Wash probably has it twenty times worse just because he's Wash. Maybe even higher if he's got memory problems. Math is for nerds, but Tucker can bet on that much.) ]
Uh. The short version is that we dealt with a lot of Freelancer fallout and we're friends? The long version gets complicated and like, way weirder than you'd think. I can go in for the long haul, but it might be easier to bust it down into installments if you really don't remember anything. [ Digestible installments. One thing at a time.
Tucker drums his fingers on his knee. Twists his mouth to one side.
Like it or not, he's the only one here so far. So, yeah, he has to try. A little more of the old leadership mojo. Stick to Wash, look out for him. And then just keep trying. Hope the others make it here in a less trapped-by-collars way, but have his shit on point even if they don't.
Figure it out as much as he can until they blow the right thing up and he drags Wash home. Because Wash is still Wash. And then once they're all together, they'll really be okay. That's maybe the only thing Tucker's a hundred percent resolved about. ]
I guess we're lucky Caboose wasn't here to find you first. Who knows what weird bullshit he'd try to tell you happened?
[ He really can't afford to indulge in freaking out about the prospect that everything they've ever been through together, even as far back as meeting each other, went poof from Wash's brain overnight. Maybe permanently.
He can't believe he felt less alone when he was stranded in a fucking desert temple.
But that's a future Tucker's panic. Sucks to be that guy. Right now, it's not a big deal as long as he acts like it's not a big, horrifying, emotionally-painful deal. He'll be bitching about this to Grif before he knows it. ]
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... it's Tucker. [ Present and accounted for and looking an appropriate level of completely crestfallen. He's speechless for a long moment, then. This will likely not happen again in the near future.
This shouldn't be something that's happening. Even considering Wash's particular circumstances.
Suddenly Tucker is all the more keenly aware of the fact that, as far as he's seen, there really isn't anyone else from home stuck with Jorgmund. No one else to lean on.
(Because how much can he count on anyone else here, really? He doesn't exactly have the best track record when it comes to the benefit of the doubt.
If he's not feeling great about that, Wash probably has it twenty times worse just because he's Wash. Maybe even higher if he's got memory problems. Math is for nerds, but Tucker can bet on that much.) ]
Uh. The short version is that we dealt with a lot of Freelancer fallout and we're friends? The long version gets complicated and like, way weirder than you'd think. I can go in for the long haul, but it might be easier to bust it down into installments if you really don't remember anything. [ Digestible installments. One thing at a time.
Tucker drums his fingers on his knee. Twists his mouth to one side.
Like it or not, he's the only one here so far. So, yeah, he has to try. A little more of the old leadership mojo. Stick to Wash, look out for him. And then just keep trying. Hope the others make it here in a less trapped-by-collars way, but have his shit on point even if they don't.
Figure it out as much as he can until they blow the right thing up and he drags Wash home. Because Wash is still Wash. And then once they're all together, they'll really be okay. That's maybe the only thing Tucker's a hundred percent resolved about. ]
I guess we're lucky Caboose wasn't here to find you first. Who knows what weird bullshit he'd try to tell you happened?
[ He really can't afford to indulge in freaking out about the prospect that everything they've ever been through together, even as far back as meeting each other, went poof from Wash's brain overnight. Maybe permanently.
He can't believe he felt less alone when he was stranded in a fucking desert temple.
But that's a future Tucker's panic. Sucks to be that guy. Right now, it's not a big deal as long as he acts like it's not a big, horrifying, emotionally-painful deal. He'll be bitching about this to Grif before he knows it. ]