Still, Wash sits and settles, crossing his legs and meeting Paperwork's gaze. Look. He's sitting. What else does this guy want-
Oh, wait, the water. He breaks eye contact to start drinking it, idly letting his brain click pieces back into place. Thanatos. Greek god of- something. Not one of the big ones. Red team. Not his Red team, but a Red team. Volunteered to do the paperwork, hence the nickname. Not-
And then he fucking chokes, and takes the next minute or so to clear the water out of his windpipe and remember how to breathe. So much for trying to help him live. "I think, if you were Jesus," he finally manages, somehow with some level of sass despite everything, "we'd be having a very different conversation."
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Still, Wash sits and settles, crossing his legs and meeting Paperwork's gaze. Look. He's sitting. What else does this guy want-
Oh, wait, the water. He breaks eye contact to start drinking it, idly letting his brain click pieces back into place. Thanatos. Greek god of- something. Not one of the big ones. Red team. Not his Red team, but a Red team. Volunteered to do the paperwork, hence the nickname. Not-
And then he fucking chokes, and takes the next minute or so to clear the water out of his windpipe and remember how to breathe. So much for trying to help him live. "I think, if you were Jesus," he finally manages, somehow with some level of sass despite everything, "we'd be having a very different conversation."