Sleepless Night || Epsilon & Wash
The halls were silent as a single figure made their way down, walking slowly and quietly. It was the middle of the night, and Washington was dead tired, but as it was, he was unable to sleep. This had been his predicament for about a week now, ever since his surgery, during which he was implanted with his own AI. He'd been both excited and anxious for this finally happening, but now... Now he wasn't even sure how he felt about it. Sometimes things happened...he didn't know how to describe them, but it was almost like Epsilon broke down, or lost control. It was always frightening, it always affected the both of them in a horrible way, and it always left Wash wondering if it was normal. Had everyone else dealt with these...events?
We just need time, he told himself as his gaze rested on his feet. We just need some time to get used to sharing a head. York had always told him that it took a while to adjust, right? That had to be the case here. They just needed time. He nodded to himself, but even then, he was...a little uncertain. If he couldn't sleep because of Epsilon, how were things supposed to improve? He supposed he might need time to get used to the other presence in his head, to grow comfortable with it so he could sleep, but it wasn't just that it was strange and new, it was... Epsilon was so restless and anxious, and his thoughts were so--...Wash didn't know how to describe them. But they put him on edge, made him feel...emotions that he didn't anticipate, and often made him feel as though someone might jump out and attack at any moment.
And so he wandered the halls. It wasn't to soothe Epsilon, as North did for Theta, it was maybe an attempt to tire himself out further, even if he was already absolutely exhausted. Or maybe it was just something to try to get his mind off of everything, or maybe get Epsilon's mind of of everything. He couldn't say there was a reason for it, beyond the fact that the AI's restlessness made him feel the same, and sent him walking, because sitting or laying still was near impossible.