Wash keeps rubbing his forehead as he grabs his clothes, trembling like he's struck with fever. It only stills when he notices what he's doing, and only for a few seconds.
"I need help getting the charts out," he says, not caring that it's a naked plea for something else entirely: I don't want to be alone. "Can't carry 'em all one-handed."
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Date: 2006-08-31 04:00 am (UTC)"I need help getting the charts out," he says, not caring that it's a naked plea for something else entirely: I don't want to be alone. "Can't carry 'em all one-handed."