Unlike Wash, Maine isn't keeping his face blank. That aloofness is something Maine reserves for people he doesn't know — or the times he has to purge himself of unpleasant emotions. For Maine, there's no reason to hide what he's feeling from Wash. He trusts Wash. Likes him. Warmed up to him almost immediately. Wash is his friend, and fuck knows Maine doesn't make those easily.
That friendship is why Maine is sitting across from Wash, peering at his face and trying to puzzle out his emotions. It's why, after seeing no sign of danger, Maine didn't growl for his teammate to get ahold of himself. It's why he's trying, period, instead of ignoring the other man's plight.
There's not a lot of people that Maine cares about. But shit, he cares about Wash.
In spite of everything, his friend's declaration earns a snort of amusement from Maine. He cocks an eyebrow as the corner of his lips twitches up, then hums a disbelieving note: "possible?"
Much easier to tease than to dwell on why Wash won't look him in the eye. Easier to try and provoke a reaction than to ask why his friend's expression is so blank.
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That friendship is why Maine is sitting across from Wash, peering at his face and trying to puzzle out his emotions. It's why, after seeing no sign of danger, Maine didn't growl for his teammate to get ahold of himself. It's why he's trying, period, instead of ignoring the other man's plight.
There's not a lot of people that Maine cares about. But shit, he cares about Wash.
In spite of everything, his friend's declaration earns a snort of amusement from Maine. He cocks an eyebrow as the corner of his lips twitches up, then hums a disbelieving note: "possible?"
Much easier to tease than to dwell on why Wash won't look him in the eye. Easier to try and provoke a reaction than to ask why his friend's expression is so blank.