[ He hasn't been out much or often, really. he's done some wandering to try and get used to being out and about, but he knows that he needs to get out more, to do more.
Wash drags a hand over his face with a tired sigh, and isn't surprised at the footsteps- York, Connie probably followed him. He amends that quickly enough when he hears them come closer- they're not right, they don't match. He's not sure what time it is, or who's out, but he turns, sitting up and drawing his gun, leveling it at her. ]
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Date: 2012-12-13 08:10 am (UTC)Wash drags a hand over his face with a tired sigh, and isn't surprised at the footsteps- York, Connie probably followed him. He amends that quickly enough when he hears them come closer- they're not right, they don't match. He's not sure what time it is, or who's out, but he turns, sitting up and drawing his gun, leveling it at her. ]
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