"I'll ask." Better than warning, requesting permission. It should have occurred to him to do that earlier- but now he knew one more thing about Wash. Something about the hypo, the placement on the neck, or whatever had just happened was a trigger. Soldiers had PTSD but that? A hypo was a medical device, anything similar would likewise have to be a medical device. Whatever set him off, whatever Wash had been through was medical in nature and sure, he'd seen the scars and wondered but-
A war was a war. A hospital? Was meant to be restful. Later he would ask. For now he took the freedom he was given to set the hypo aside and settle down in front of the sofa, not really wanting to move. Much as he'd like to settle Wash with a hand on him like he would Jim- he ain't Jim.
Space for now, grounding contact later.
"Diner around the corner delivers if you give 'em an extra five on top of the cost. They do a damn good breakfast." He rubbed at his wrist, frowning more at himself than anything else. "Extra platter of bacon for Wash. Chicken an' Waffles for me. Y'all call it in, number's on the fridge. I'll pay."
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A war was a war. A hospital? Was meant to be restful. Later he would ask. For now he took the freedom he was given to set the hypo aside and settle down in front of the sofa, not really wanting to move. Much as he'd like to settle Wash with a hand on him like he would Jim- he ain't Jim.
Space for now, grounding contact later.
"Diner around the corner delivers if you give 'em an extra five on top of the cost. They do a damn good breakfast." He rubbed at his wrist, frowning more at himself than anything else. "Extra platter of bacon for Wash. Chicken an' Waffles for me. Y'all call it in, number's on the fridge. I'll pay."