“Listen to me.” He leans down over Wash until they’re nose to nose. Close enough to be weird. Close enough to really drill this into that thick Freelancer skull. “They’re all fine. You and me, we’re not gonna let anything happen. They’re all fine and they’re going to stay that way, if it takes me pulling off some kind of superhuman bullshit stunt to make sure of it. And so will you, you heroic asshole. So you dream whatever fucked up shit you need to, buddy, but it’s not real. You got that?”

“I didn’t have enough room to comment- I still go back to your fic every
time I have to write Epsilon. He’s absolutely perfect-the mix of anger,
snark, and that sense that he cares deeply even when he denies it.  And
you cover his raw and tortured relationship with Wash so well. I just
adore this and always will.”

OH YEAH? WELL…  You’re probably my favorite RVB writer.  SO THERE.

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