Wash fell silent, listening to Casey and Greg. Casey was right - Casey had made the point he was trying to make, but at a much lower volume. And Greg...Greg always knew what to say, didn't he.
He'd been in an active war zone for too long, spent too much time with whom a point made at top volume was a point that got heard and for whom arguing about just about everything regardless of the situation was the norm - it was almost part of their charm.
Here, it was just fucking it up. He needed to remember that. He needed to switch gears, to remember that the last stand of a genocidal war was a world away and that world was well beyond his reach right now, that here was a different group and a different dynamic and a different skill set that he was very much behind on-
He needed to sleep - actual sleep, not one-eye-open half-alert 'sleep' that was really just killing time between missions. It had been a long goddamn time since he'd had actual sleep. Hell, maybe it would help.
Plus, if Casey was making more sense than he was, obviously there was something wrong. Sleep might fix that.
He stayed quiet, shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. If Casey and Greg were making sense, he probably shouldn't interrupt them.
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Wash fell silent, listening to Casey and Greg. Casey was right - Casey had made the point he was trying to make, but at a much lower volume. And Greg...Greg always knew what to say, didn't he.
He'd been in an active war zone for too long, spent too much time with whom a point made at top volume was a point that got heard and for whom arguing about just about everything regardless of the situation was the norm - it was almost part of their charm.
Here, it was just fucking it up. He needed to remember that. He needed to switch gears, to remember that the last stand of a genocidal war was a world away and that world was well beyond his reach right now, that here was a different group and a different dynamic and a different skill set that he was very much behind on-
He needed to sleep - actual sleep, not one-eye-open half-alert 'sleep' that was really just killing time between missions. It had been a long goddamn time since he'd had actual sleep. Hell, maybe it would help.
Plus, if Casey was making more sense than he was, obviously there was something wrong. Sleep might fix that.
He stayed quiet, shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. If Casey and Greg were making sense, he probably shouldn't interrupt them.