[ The woman he bumps into gives him surprise and then what he can only conceive as a burst of sympathy at his plight, but then they're breaking apart and he's left to shake off the lingering sensation of someone else's feelings in his head. An uncomfortably familiar sensation, honestly, too much like Epsilon, but he can't think about that. It's too fraught. He takes a sharp breath and apologizes and she assures him it's okay, her voice as kind as her emotions.
Wash honestly doesn't know what to make of that, just pure compassion. ]
Uh... I really hope not. [ He tries to offer her a smile back, but it's faint. ] Usually I'm covered in armor, I don't--
[ Touch people, which sounds pathetic but he means it in a specific way. He has contact, sure, but it's through layers of metal. It's different. ]
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Wash honestly doesn't know what to make of that, just pure compassion. ]
Uh... I really hope not. [ He tries to offer her a smile back, but it's faint. ] Usually I'm covered in armor, I don't--
[ Touch people, which sounds pathetic but he means it in a specific way. He has contact, sure, but it's through layers of metal. It's different. ]