Wash jerks away from the touch almost instinctually - nearly everything that's reached for him over the past few days has been trying to kill him, and he's still acting on survival reflexes. York either doesn't get it, or he doesn't care- it doesn't matter what Wash says, York's higher up on the board and therefore he knows better- he hasn't changed-
But everything else has. This isn't Project Freelancer. Wash has been a Legionnaire for longer than York - hell, he's been on this godforsaken mission for longer than York's been on Legion World at all. Wash has changed, and York doesn't know shit about him anymore-
And Wash can't stand here and struggle to mesh the past with the present. Every passing thought brings him closer to breaking down, and he refuses to break in public, and York still won't listen to him-
"No!" It comes out loud and shrill, more than Wash would have wanted had he been more in control of the situation and of himself, and it turns a few heads in their direction. Wash doesn't care - his priority is getting the fuck out of here before this becomes an even bigger scene for everyone to witness. "What part of I can't do this do you not get?!"
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But everything else has. This isn't Project Freelancer. Wash has been a Legionnaire for longer than York - hell, he's been on this godforsaken mission for longer than York's been on Legion World at all. Wash has changed, and York doesn't know shit about him anymore-
And Wash can't stand here and struggle to mesh the past with the present. Every passing thought brings him closer to breaking down, and he refuses to break in public, and York still won't listen to him-
"No!" It comes out loud and shrill, more than Wash would have wanted had he been more in control of the situation and of himself, and it turns a few heads in their direction. Wash doesn't care - his priority is getting the fuck out of here before this becomes an even bigger scene for everyone to witness. "What part of I can't do this do you not get?!"