[North, what the hell, this is YOUR room. Also, York does the math in his head and frowns.]
What? Dude, come on. You gotta sleep sometime, and it's not like I'm destitute.
[He shifts, too, and buries half his face in his arms, but he's still watching North's face--not avoiding eye contact--and he doesn't seem to be in any rush to bolt, at least. D-2 looks from one man to the other, trying to parse what she's gleaning from their conversation.]
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What? Dude, come on. You gotta sleep sometime, and it's not like I'm destitute.
[He shifts, too, and buries half his face in his arms, but he's still watching North's face--not avoiding eye contact--and he doesn't seem to be in any rush to bolt, at least. D-2 looks from one man to the other, trying to parse what she's gleaning from their conversation.]