[ He wants to. God, does he want to. The idea of forgetting is a Big Thing for Wash, but he's had more than enough experience with trying to forget, and it never works out. And trying to forget like this? By going along with things and pretending like it's all okay? It's just everyone putting their guard down. ]
We're not going to forget. And I'd rather be prepared than be playing it off like everything is great.
[ And yet, he's here. In a bar. Already starting to feel the effects of the alcohol in mild sensations and finishing what remains of his latest drink. It seems to go against the idea that he isn't trying to forget anything.
He doesn't expect to forget, though. He's just trying to numb it all, even just the tiniest bit. ]
[ If Nihlus notices the blatant contradiction of Wash's words and his current rate of alcohol intake, the Turian has the tact not to comment on it. There's a quiet sympathy in his eyes though and the smile he offers the man is small and tentative. ]
You can't be prepared if you don't take a break and rest now and again either.
[ And now it's his turn to be blatantly hypocritical. If there was one thing Nihlus was good at though, it was hypocrisy for someone else's sake. Besides, Wash didn't know enough about his workaholic tendencies to say otherwise and he's going to take advantage of that for the occasion.
His expression turns pensive outwardly, watching his current companion down the rest of his drink. ]
What you say we grab ourselves a bottle each and go for a bit of a walk? Scout the place out in case trouble does come up.
[ Well... Nihlus does have a point there. Reluctant as Wash is to admit it. One does need to rest once in a while in order to be prepared, but that doesn't have to mean letting your guard down. That's what it feels like everyone is doing.
The suggestion of a walk has him eyeing the Turian quietly, almost as though he's suspicious of the motive behind the idea. It isn't long before he relents, however, supposing the idea of a walk doesn't sound terrible. If it helps them know the area better in the event that there is some sort of trouble at some point, then all the better. ]
...Yeah. Sure.
[ Just sitting here and not doing anything but drinking is making him tense, anyway. Better to be moving.
With those two words of agreement, Wash orders himself a bottle and slides from his seat. He considers ordering for Nihlus too, but he has honest to god no idea what an alien might like to drink, so he leaves that up to him to do for himself. It's not like he's good at polite gestures these days, anyway. ]
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[ He wants to. God, does he want to. The idea of forgetting is a Big Thing for Wash, but he's had more than enough experience with trying to forget, and it never works out. And trying to forget like this? By going along with things and pretending like it's all okay? It's just everyone putting their guard down. ]
We're not going to forget. And I'd rather be prepared than be playing it off like everything is great.
[ And yet, he's here. In a bar. Already starting to feel the effects of the alcohol in mild sensations and finishing what remains of his latest drink. It seems to go against the idea that he isn't trying to forget anything.
He doesn't expect to forget, though. He's just trying to numb it all, even just the tiniest bit. ]
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You can't be prepared if you don't take a break and rest now and again either.
[ And now it's his turn to be blatantly hypocritical. If there was one thing Nihlus was good at though, it was hypocrisy for someone else's sake. Besides, Wash didn't know enough about his workaholic tendencies to say otherwise and he's going to take advantage of that for the occasion.
His expression turns pensive outwardly, watching his current companion down the rest of his drink. ]
What you say we grab ourselves a bottle each and go for a bit of a walk? Scout the place out in case trouble does come up.
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The suggestion of a walk has him eyeing the Turian quietly, almost as though he's suspicious of the motive behind the idea. It isn't long before he relents, however, supposing the idea of a walk doesn't sound terrible. If it helps them know the area better in the event that there is some sort of trouble at some point, then all the better. ]
...Yeah. Sure.
[ Just sitting here and not doing anything but drinking is making him tense, anyway. Better to be moving.
With those two words of agreement, Wash orders himself a bottle and slides from his seat. He considers ordering for Nihlus too, but he has honest to god no idea what an alien might like to drink, so he leaves that up to him to do for himself. It's not like he's good at polite gestures these days, anyway. ]