Grunting an affirmative, Maine walks along beside Wash, an annoying combination of relief and embarrassment at war within him.
Relief that Wash didn't cringe away from him again, seeing him as an enemy once he was standing. Embarrassment that he thought it might be a possibility.
Relief that Wash is holding his hand, thus alleviating the craving to make contact. Embarrassment that they're walking along holding hands, like… Well, not like anything they did while in PFL.
He snorts lightly in amusement at the thought of calling Wash up for physical contact. "Weird phone call," he says.
And wouldn't it be? He can just imagine calling in the middle of the night with the dire message, Gotta hold hands.
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Relief that Wash didn't cringe away from him again, seeing him as an enemy once he was standing. Embarrassment that he thought it might be a possibility.
Relief that Wash is holding his hand, thus alleviating the craving to make contact. Embarrassment that they're walking along holding hands, like… Well, not like anything they did while in PFL.
He snorts lightly in amusement at the thought of calling Wash up for physical contact. "Weird phone call," he says.
And wouldn't it be? He can just imagine calling in the middle of the night with the dire message, Gotta hold hands.