Do not fuck this up, do not fuck this up, just keep your mouth shut, Wash tells himself. Every time he opens his mouth he makes things worse, and they've barely achieved comfort as it is. Wash opens the box and tentatively offers his double a raspberry-filled chocolate. A peace offering, of sorts.
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Date: 2015-12-26 10:38 pm (UTC)