[An exchange, then. Ferran doesn't actually know if it will be an equal one, but enough people know the bits and pieces that it feels trivial to admit to it. Sure, he'll bite.
He brushes his hair back into place carefully, looking just to the side.]
My house was burned down. My family died, and I almost did too.
[He turns his gaze back to Wash, the question and expectation clear in his expression. Why waste his breath on the obvious? Your turn.]
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He brushes his hair back into place carefully, looking just to the side.]
My house was burned down. My family died, and I almost did too.
[He turns his gaze back to Wash, the question and expectation clear in his expression. Why waste his breath on the obvious? Your turn.]