[Wash winces behind his helmet - that name said in that tone drags up memories that aren't his, memories he doesn't want to see again. It takes him a moment to shove them back and lock them down again. Fang notices the silence - or maybe he's jealous of the affection - and perches on his shoulder, nuzzling against his helmet and squeaking. Wash reaches up and scratches behind his ears.] Yeah, I'd miss you too if I left.
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