[But, sure. Okay, so maybe he got it a little more now, found it made a little more sense about things. The first time someone ever believed in you, that shit was a powerful, powerful thing. ]
Talk to Connie. Make him pancakes. And when we spar again, I guess let me know how that shit goes. Or don't.
[Which wasn't exactly true either, didn't even sound remotely true in his tired voice. Locus was a little more human in his eyes, a little less Death Machine and a little more Fucked Up Dude With Fucked Up Problems. Didn't make shit okay, but...
He could hear Caboose in his head asking, Can we keep him?, just as he had with Wash. And Tucker cut off this conversation, because dammit, he wanted the last word in. He needed that victory at least.]
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...you need not answer. I was simply trying to explain.
[ The feeling is a strong one. Maybe Tucker can understand now how it first began. Why 'getting laid' isn't the point. ]
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[But, sure. Okay, so maybe he got it a little more now, found it made a little more sense about things. The first time someone ever believed in you, that shit was a powerful, powerful thing. ]
Talk to Connie. Make him pancakes. And when we spar again, I guess let me know how that shit goes. Or don't.
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I will bear that in mind.
[ There's a pause, and then... ]
Thank you.
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Dude, don't make this weird.
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[ Hey, guess who's slightly more self-aware, it's this guy. ]
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[Which wasn't exactly true either, didn't even sound remotely true in his tired voice. Locus was a little more human in his eyes, a little less Death Machine and a little more Fucked Up Dude With Fucked Up Problems. Didn't make shit okay, but...
He could hear Caboose in his head asking, Can we keep him?, just as he had with Wash. And Tucker cut off this conversation, because dammit, he wanted the last word in. He needed that victory at least.]