Wash very pointedly looked Greg up and down. "You don't really...look hardcore." Literally nothing Greg had said or done upon his arrival in Freesia screamed hardcore either.
He'd gone back to his sandwich and had just about finished it when Greg made that suggestion. He paused again, nearly choking on the bite in his mouth, and managed to choke it down. "God no. We used to tell South to turn that stuff off." Carolina did, at least, because South used to listen to Carolina. Problem was, 479 liked it too, and they'd all gotten the 'pilot chooses the music, passengers shut up' lecture more than once.
It wasn't until that train of thought played itself out in his head that Wash realized he'd brought up South. Willingly. Positively. Not to warn someone about her.
He was tired.
"You said you had classic rock, right?" he asked, like he hadn't just drifted sideways into his memories for a few seconds. Perfectly fucking normal. Right.
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He'd gone back to his sandwich and had just about finished it when Greg made that suggestion. He paused again, nearly choking on the bite in his mouth, and managed to choke it down. "God no. We used to tell South to turn that stuff off." Carolina did, at least, because South used to listen to Carolina. Problem was, 479 liked it too, and they'd all gotten the 'pilot chooses the music, passengers shut up' lecture more than once.
It wasn't until that train of thought played itself out in his head that Wash realized he'd brought up South. Willingly. Positively. Not to warn someone about her.
He was tired.
"You said you had classic rock, right?" he asked, like he hadn't just drifted sideways into his memories for a few seconds. Perfectly fucking normal. Right.