The figure responds to Maine's question, looking around like it's not sure where his voice came from. Not surprising, Maine guesses. Snow does weird things to sound. And he knows that his voice can be startling, even under normal conditions. Without speaking again, the giant Freelancer watches the figure turn. Watches, and tries not to let hope rise.
When he hears Wash's voice, Maine releases a held breath. Feels his lips twitch up as he immediately starts forward.
(That Wash said a word Maine didn't recognize doesn't bother him. After all, snow does strange things to sound.)
It's hard to make out the details of Wash's face through the falling snow. So, any oddities go unnoticed by Maine as he tromps forward. Despite still being cold, the massive man's body language is relaxed. Relieved, even. He doesn't know how Wash got here any more than he knows how he got here — but shit, it's good to see him.
To anyone nearby, the next noise that comes out of Maine is just an unintelligible grumble. To Wash, on the other hand, it's a companionable complaint: "fucking cold."
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When he hears Wash's voice, Maine releases a held breath. Feels his lips twitch up as he immediately starts forward.
(That Wash said a word Maine didn't recognize doesn't bother him. After all, snow does strange things to sound.)
It's hard to make out the details of Wash's face through the falling snow. So, any oddities go unnoticed by Maine as he tromps forward. Despite still being cold, the massive man's body language is relaxed. Relieved, even. He doesn't know how Wash got here any more than he knows how he got here — but shit, it's good to see him.
To anyone nearby, the next noise that comes out of Maine is just an unintelligible grumble. To Wash, on the other hand, it's a companionable complaint: "fucking cold."