[ Maine drinks deeply and lets out a satisfied rumble.
[ "Better than shots."
[ Who knows? He might actually get drunk tonight. He'd sure as fuck enjoy it.
[ He pointedly doesn't think too hard on what it means that Wash is comfortable removing his armor as well. Doesn't think about North recoiling, or York's scars, or Wash saying that he — Sigma, whatever — had done terrible things. Just notes that it's happening, and waits until Wash's hands are free before offering the bottle.
[ Once he's stripped off all the plating, he takes a seat on the bed as well. It creaks under his weight. He ignores that, too. ]
How long?
[ Asked with a gesture to the room. How long has Wash lived here? Been here, for that matter? ]
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[ "Better than shots."
[ Who knows? He might actually get drunk tonight. He'd sure as fuck enjoy it.
[ He pointedly doesn't think too hard on what it means that Wash is comfortable removing his armor as well. Doesn't think about North recoiling, or York's scars, or Wash saying that he — Sigma, whatever — had done terrible things. Just notes that it's happening, and waits until Wash's hands are free before offering the bottle.
[ Once he's stripped off all the plating, he takes a seat on the bed as well. It creaks under his weight. He ignores that, too. ]
How long?
[ Asked with a gesture to the room. How long has Wash lived here? Been here, for that matter? ]