Even before Epsilon, Wash was never a restful sleeper. It certainly got worse, and its probably why he compensated to the lack of sleep as well as he did. But even before Project Freelancer, there had been more than enough trauma to make for night terrors.

Skating the halls of the MOI with everyone, but the night crew asleep, everything still and quiet, made it easier to try and fall asleep again. It had been nice to move along with Maine sometimes.

It was easier to pull on the happier parts of him with others, over the parts that were made for fighting and survival.

"Anytime," he said, sitting down for his own cake. "Now try it and let me know what you think," he said, digging into his own dessert. Strawberries finally won out the favorite fruit competition in his mind.

It may or may not have something to do with Choco.