[It's a dual response and he hates that, too. Part of him finds satisfaction in seeing Wash flinch, to agree, to recognize what an ass he's being, has been from the word go.
But it also twists something, like an ache, like he wants to stuff the words back in or apologize and soothe it. And he hates that bite of regret nibbling at him. Why the fuck should he regret causing Wash any pain? Why the fuck should he ever listen to this guy ever again?
Before was deliberate. This was an accident. He thinks. He thinks it was, but who's he to say anymore? He takes a breath, points a finger, like he's going to AND ANOTHER THING him--
Doesn't. Just. Lets it drop. And makes his way out. It's just short of a run. It's definitely not a run. He's not running. That would be cowardly. It's just a little bit short of that.]
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But it also twists something, like an ache, like he wants to stuff the words back in or apologize and soothe it. And he hates that bite of regret nibbling at him. Why the fuck should he regret causing Wash any pain? Why the fuck should he ever listen to this guy ever again?
Before was deliberate. This was an accident. He thinks. He thinks it was, but who's he to say anymore? He takes a breath, points a finger, like he's going to AND ANOTHER THING him--
Doesn't. Just. Lets it drop. And makes his way out. It's just short of a run. It's definitely not a run. He's not running. That would be cowardly. It's just a little bit short of that.]