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There is always his part of the hab deck. [Shrug.] It's not like they're hard up for space, so they tend not to clear those out.

[Not that he's gone to check on the chalk outline garbage fire party that was Reaper's hab, but the philosophy had held true for just about everyone else who'd left.]

[As for the rest of it...]

I don't think you know this, but when I first arrived here about, oh, eight months ago [Holy shit it's been that long], the only other person here from my dimension was Grif, and thanks to timeline bullshit, he was from a point before we'd met. I was a soldier, pulled straight from the last battle of a war that turned out to have been a genocide in disguise the whole time, in a different dimension where my usual MO was frowned upon at best and the one person who should have known me didn't.

So I made some fucking friends, and I have a hard time believing you haven't done the same. [There's dozens of Legionnaires on the ship; he refuses to believe that she only ever talked to Reaper and Tracer, especially given the stir she'd caused when she'd first arrived.] It's not the same as the people who know you inside and out, but it's better than nothing.

And if you want the chance to have a normal emotional response, I can give you that. [For a whole two minutes, sure, but the offer's still on the table.]

[araignee_du_soir]

[Widowmaker had a lot she could say, despite there being some truth in what he said (her mind specifically drifting to a certain elf) but all that was completely derailed at the 'offer' Wash made.

She went completely still, not even breathing, and her eyes went wide. It was the closest look to fear that could possibly pass over her countenance. The idea of having her Apathy nullified when compared to the sheer amount of years of emotional baggage she hadn't been capable of process built up... with the worst month of her existence recently relived on her mission infiltrating the Catastrophists was more than she could handle right then.

The only reason she has been functioning was because she couldn't actually feel any of it. She could remember how it used to feel... and she didn't want to feel it again. Certainly not in front of Washington.

So, without a word, Widowmaker got up, grabbing her omnicomm at the same time, and just walked away. Her game of Candy Crush was still paused on the table, her gym bag on the chair, half-drank cup of hot chocolate left behind in her wake.]