Usually, when it came to deciding which persona Wash is bringing to an interaction, Wash didn't struggle much. Was he safe, was it high danger, could he afford to have fun with it, does he have to be the one who holds it while everyone falls apart, does he need to be ruthless.

It usually doesn't take long to decide.

He's struggling right now. And he fucking knew it. He's thought about it. He knew if one of these places ever brought Maine, no matter what his time, it was going to be a disaster on his system because none of the options didn't come with some serious baggage.

There is rage, there is absolutely the thought of tanking the bullet to take him down, Wash has always known how to watch for what Maine is planning, there is rage, danger danger danger-

Shock. Surprise.

A nickname he hasn't heard in goddamn years. Well over a decade in years lived versus memories pieced back together.

Fuck, his face is young. Its too young. Epsilon makes the memories too clear, he's young, does he even have Sigma, no, he can't, he's talking-

There is panic on his own face, confusion, a million other emotions that he can't even quantify in his own head.

His heart feels like its about to burst out of his chest.

"Shit-Mac, don't," he gasped, stepping back and pointing the gun at the sky. A worried monkey boyfriend coming in because he hears Wash's heart is trying to burst won't help the situation. "I-Maine?" He can't even keep his voice from cracking.