Wilder wanted to spend the weekend doing tourist things, because he’s a tourist first and spy second. Or maybe spy third or fourth or fifth, there’s definitely a few things he could put before that if he thinks hard enough. It’s too bad he doesn’t like most museums, with his short attention span and the lack of desire to stare at art pieces that don’t make sense to him. It’s the National Air & Space Museum that makes him giddy. He even springs out of bed that morning excited (after the third alarm, of course). They’ve been there for a little bit already, now they’re finally getting to the good stuff (in his very nerdy opinion). Airplanes are super fucking cool, but there’s an entire sci-fi exhibition on Star Trek and Star Wars and A Space Odyssey (Which Wilder knows less about). Wilder smiles to himself seeing Bash stare at something in the Star Trek section, walks up behind him and peers over. “I got you something.” He laughs quietly, coming up beside him and putting his hand out, “From the gift shop. They’re Spock ears. A pair for you, a pair for me.” It’s pretty embarrassing, but when has he ever cared? “Might look a little funny, but when else are we gonna have an excuse?” His smile is soft, but he’s really excited behind it. @whathebash
