They raided some from Freelancer's supply. And that's when -
[This conversation, nominally, should be easier when one half of the parties involved are incapable of physically emoting. He's just staring at a band of golden visor, watching the mental gymnastics in real time through the subtle shifts and tilts and body language alone, and, nope, it's still just as miserable and painful as it would be if Church had a demonstrably human-looking face.]
[Wash forces himself to stare at him. Not to shut his eyes. Grind out what comes next.]
no subject
[This conversation, nominally, should be easier when one half of the parties involved are incapable of physically emoting. He's just staring at a band of golden visor, watching the mental gymnastics in real time through the subtle shifts and tilts and body language alone, and, nope, it's still just as miserable and painful as it would be if Church had a demonstrably human-looking face.]
[Wash forces himself to stare at him. Not to shut his eyes. Grind out what comes next.]
That's when he managed to...separate. Again.