Log: All The Small Things

[notyourrookie]

Who: Wash (OU) and you!
What: Wash has completed his first job as a mercenary and is out to celebrate it
Where: Out and about in town, picking up some better equipment, and then to the Eagle and Asp for a drink
When: Afternoon to night 29/11
Warnings: None so far



It hadn't been the most glamorous of jobs, but any notion of glamour had been beaten out of him practically the day he'd enlisted. The important thing was that his first job as a registered mercenary had gone well and that was the first step to being able to take care of himself without having to rely on other people. Sure, it would take a few more jobs before he felt comfortable, but it was a start.

That was cause enough for celebration, right?

His first step is to head out to a supplier to stock up on equipment. Nothing fancy for now, but enough to get him started. A good gun or two, and a solid combat knife.

There's other things that he needs, an almost overwhelming amount, he realises now that he has the money to start thinking about it. Clothes that aren't fatigues or armour, and there's so many different kinds that it takes him far longer than it should to pick out what he needs.

And once that's done, he heads to the Eagle and Asp for a drink. It feels appropriate somehow.

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[notyourrookie]

He jerks around to face York and then turns back to face the bar, looking away from them both. This is awful. He wishes he'd left straight away. He can't do this. It's a terrible idea and he doesn't even deserve any kind of second chance. He digs his thumb into a groove in the wood of the bar, drags his nail along the length of it.

"I can't stop being who I am," he says flatly. "I can't be fixed. I'm sorry I'm a fucking awful person."

[depthlesslock]

'For the love of-- Wash, quit shouting!' Okay, slight hypocrisy there... He drags his hand down his face. 'Sorry. Just... will you please at least try and calm down a bit.' This is just getting worse.

'Maybe not the whole way, but that doesn't mean you can't get better,' he insists. 'Far as I can see, you already have got a bit better since you got here.'

[searchandrecovery]

"I am not shouting," Wash says, in a slightly more controlled tone. "I am being perfectly reasonable." Maybe if Wash says that, it'll become true, because he doesn't feel reasonable inside. He feels confused, angry, and maybe just a little bit sad by the fact that he knows he can't do anything, even if he wanted to. His other self is right about one thing. Sometimes, when you cross a line, there's no going back.

Above all, Wash is afraid he'll cross that line too.

"Exactly," Wash says to his double. "Which is why I'm trying my goddam hardest to keep my shit together."

[notyourrookie]

Wash blinks and stares at York for a moment, suspicious, as though he thinks what he's saying is some kind of trick. "You think?"

He doesn't feel better. He just feels so out of his depth and the most familiar thing here is being a mercenary because at least violence he can do. It's comforting in some kind of messed up way.

He gives the other Wash a sideways look. "I survived. If I'd stayed the same then I would have died or worse."

[depthlesslock]

'You're not now,' he allows. And then he goes and ruins it and York just wants to shake him. 'However, shouting or not, that isn't helping anything. And is also not true.' He glares at him, the turns to the other Wash, hoping to salvage some of the situation.

'Absolutely. You would have left and probably punt-shed me by now if I'd tried to make you two have this conversation in the first days after you got here and we met. Also you're mut-sh more accepting that I'm trying and want to help now than you were. And you've been smiling more.'