[When York moves back very suddenly, Wash blinks his eyes open and stares across at him. ...He looks freaked. Wash doesn't understand why, he was the one that suggested it, the one that initiated that last kiss. Then his hand is dropped and he's watching York move over to the bed and grab his helmet. Wash stares down at it as it's held out to him, then looks up as York apologizes.]
No, I--
[He starts to say that he's sorry, that it's not York's fault, it's kind of both of theirs, but he realizes it's just easier if he grabs his things and goes. So, with a nod, Wash reaches out and takes his helmet, then leans down to grab his chestpiece. He pulls it on quickly, and a little awkwardly with just one free hand, and clasps it. He doesn't bother getting it on properly, there's no point, and he's trying to hurry. Once it's on so it at least doesn't look like he's leaving York's room after anything has been removed, he heads toward the door, pulling his helmet on over his head as he walks. Just...hopefully they haven't fucked things up with each other too badly now.]
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Date: 2012-08-17 02:09 am (UTC)No, I--
[He starts to say that he's sorry, that it's not York's fault, it's kind of both of theirs, but he realizes it's just easier if he grabs his things and goes. So, with a nod, Wash reaches out and takes his helmet, then leans down to grab his chestpiece. He pulls it on quickly, and a little awkwardly with just one free hand, and clasps it. He doesn't bother getting it on properly, there's no point, and he's trying to hurry. Once it's on so it at least doesn't look like he's leaving York's room after anything has been removed, he heads toward the door, pulling his helmet on over his head as he walks.
Just...hopefully they haven't fucked things up with each other too badly now.]