[ The stiffening of Wash's shoulders is something Maine notices, catching it in his peripheral vision, but it doesn't set off warning bells. Maybe Wash has a gap in his memory as well. Maybe Wash only just noticed it, and he's tensing at the realization.
... Or maybe it's something else altogether.
Maine's head jerks slightly, visibly taken aback. Then he turns to stare down at his friend, eyes wide behind his visor.
Seven or eight months? How the fuck is that possible? They were on a mission together before ... whatever happened to bring them here. How could Wash have been here for months?
Rather than tackling the "how" immediately, Maine uses his free hand to gesture at their surroundings:
"Here?"
Wash has been stuck in this weird stone place for months? ]
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... Or maybe it's something else altogether.
Maine's head jerks slightly, visibly taken aback. Then he turns to stare down at his friend, eyes wide behind his visor.
Seven or eight months? How the fuck is that possible? They were on a mission together before ... whatever happened to bring them here. How could Wash have been here for months?
Rather than tackling the "how" immediately, Maine uses his free hand to gesture at their surroundings:
"Here?"
Wash has been stuck in this weird stone place for months? ]