[He's out the door and making his way slowly down the hall, finding himself a little dazed after everything that just happened. He keeps walking, though, not stopping until he finds himself back in his own room. Without even a quick glance around, he starts tearing his armor off, setting the pieces off to the side neatly, though not as much so as he usually does. He's just...he's very conflicted now, not to mention worried and anxious and feeling just a little sick because what if they just fucked up their friendship. Jesus christ, he'd nibbled on the guy's ear! That was not a friend thing. Good lord.
Frustrated and confused, Wash slumps down onto his bed once he's changed into regular clothes and just worries.]
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Frustrated and confused, Wash slumps down onto his bed once he's changed into regular clothes and just worries.]