[A non-answer. It's better than an outright antagonistic one. Wash clears his throat, awkwardly, mostly to break up the silence with the evidence of something human. In his dreams he's always shelled in his armor, as if he needs the additional shielding. His mind never stopped being on guard; stands to reason it would remain alert, even in a dream state.]
I...never checked to see how you were doing. If you made it out after the whole...flower business.
[That, he thinks, is the dumbest possible way to put it. Largely because they were beating the shit out of each other the first and last time they talked, which in no way obligates either of them to give a damn about each other.]
[He'd just prefer not to start things off on that kind of footing, if he can help it. Maybe he can't make it right. But it doesn't do him any good to worry about it without at least trying.]
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I...never checked to see how you were doing. If you made it out after the whole...flower business.
[That, he thinks, is the dumbest possible way to put it. Largely because they were beating the shit out of each other the first and last time they talked, which in no way obligates either of them to give a damn about each other.]
[He'd just prefer not to start things off on that kind of footing, if he can help it. Maybe he can't make it right. But it doesn't do him any good to worry about it without at least trying.]