But there's no time or room to think about it, to answer a question that doesn't really have a satisfying answer, because the zombies are in hot fucking pursuit and he can't lose anyone else-
He locks it down, and runs, and then Dipper picks them both up and he flies, out the window and behind the relative safety of some very active friendly turrets. They land, and Dipper rounds on him, demanding answers.
There's still no time. There's still no room. But they're doing this anyway. Honestly, Wash should probably consider himself lucky that Dipper's chosen to go with ineffectual fist pounding instead of literally hurling him into the goddamn atmosphere or something ridiculous like that.
So he stands, and lets Dipper scream, and forces himself to be calm. He has to keep himself together. Nobody can afford for him to fall apart. After a few more seconds, he notices something in Dipper's fist flash in the light, and he grabs Dipper's wrist and forces his hand open, revealing Pidge's broken glasses, smeared with blood-
He plucks them out of Dipper's hand and slips them into his soft storage. He's fine. He's fine.
"It was the only way to get us both out of there. I think you know that."
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But there's no time or room to think about it, to answer a question that doesn't really have a satisfying answer, because the zombies are in hot fucking pursuit and he can't lose anyone else-
He locks it down, and runs, and then Dipper picks them both up and he flies, out the window and behind the relative safety of some very active friendly turrets. They land, and Dipper rounds on him, demanding answers.
There's still no time. There's still no room. But they're doing this anyway. Honestly, Wash should probably consider himself lucky that Dipper's chosen to go with ineffectual fist pounding instead of literally hurling him into the goddamn atmosphere or something ridiculous like that.
So he stands, and lets Dipper scream, and forces himself to be calm. He has to keep himself together. Nobody can afford for him to fall apart. After a few more seconds, he notices something in Dipper's fist flash in the light, and he grabs Dipper's wrist and forces his hand open, revealing Pidge's broken glasses, smeared with blood-
He plucks them out of Dipper's hand and slips them into his soft storage. He's fine. He's fine.
"It was the only way to get us both out of there. I think you know that."