This is both unexpected and very sincerely emotional. He's been trying to get better at sincerely emotional, even outside of the moments that make him sincerely, emotionally angry.
What Wash tells him is a weird double hit on that front.
Wash and Carolina don't exactly wax poetic about the Project-based damage they rolled up with. Maybe to each other. Tucker doesn't know. And whether he deserves the privilege or not, like his mom said, you can't unwind the clock. It's no hassle, anyway. How many times has he vented to Wash about dumb leader stuff?
Getting ditched like that sounds about on brand, just based on all the Freelancer-brand bullshit that Tucker has gotten under his belt in the past. Being on brand doesn't make it any less of a dick move.
He never did get that way of doing things. He still doesn't.
If you know where your friend is, whatever condition they're in, how do you not at least try to take them with you, if things are that bad? Even if it doesn't work out?
("Not much of a choice, is it?") ]
I take it back. Your taste in friends actually got way fucking better.
[ Tucker shakes his head. Stretches out enough to clumsily knock his boot into the side of Wash's. It's the most half-assed friendly kick in history. ]
When we get home, I'm totally letting how not-rock-bottom we are go to my head. Time to rest on my laurels.
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This is both unexpected and very sincerely emotional. He's been trying to get better at sincerely emotional, even outside of the moments that make him sincerely, emotionally angry.
What Wash tells him is a weird double hit on that front.
Wash and Carolina don't exactly wax poetic about the Project-based damage they rolled up with. Maybe to each other. Tucker doesn't know. And whether he deserves the privilege or not, like his mom said, you can't unwind the clock. It's no hassle, anyway. How many times has he vented to Wash about dumb leader stuff?
Getting ditched like that sounds about on brand, just based on all the Freelancer-brand bullshit that Tucker has gotten under his belt in the past. Being on brand doesn't make it any less of a dick move.
He never did get that way of doing things. He still doesn't.
If you know where your friend is, whatever condition they're in, how do you not at least try to take them with you, if things are that bad? Even if it doesn't work out?
("Not much of a choice, is it?") ]
I take it back. Your taste in friends actually got way fucking better.
[ Tucker shakes his head. Stretches out enough to clumsily knock his boot into the side of Wash's. It's the most half-assed friendly kick in history. ]
When we get home, I'm totally letting how not-rock-bottom we are go to my head. Time to rest on my laurels.