[York snorts loudly--there's a host of reasons they're not back together yet, and Carolina's restlessness is nowhere near the top of the list--but he just reaches out and punches North's shoulder, glad at least they're still cool.]
Thanks, man. I appreciate your big honking snores. Makes everything more homey.
[Sleepy flower baby how did you sleep through all these WORLD-SHAKING REALIZATIONS. D-2 hurries to hop off the bed as well, and York stoops to pat her head.]
[Sleepy flower baby is always very sleepy. And also very good at ignoring movement as long as she is laying on warms, and her trainer is very much a warms. These two factors combined were how North managed to catch her, after all, since Rascal is of No Help.]
['I like taking care of people. Let me treat you.'
York chuckles, genuine around the guilt, and goes to retrieve his jacket from where he hung it that morning on the desk chair.]
Yeah, all right. There's gonna be chocolate and potato chips when I get off shift, okay? Look out for it.
[He makes a show of putting on his jacket and tying his shoes, then waves casually on his way out the door, D-2 at his heels.]
Later.
[He's got a big hunk of new information to chew over, and--not for the first time these past couple weeks, but maybe the most direly--the vast emptiness at the back of his mind aches.
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No wonder it's taking so long for you two to get back together.
As long as I'm here, you're welcome to come bunk with me.
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Thanks, man. I appreciate your big honking snores. Makes everything more homey.
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I do what I can. Rosa just doesn't understand my somnophonic talent.
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[York finally scoots off the bed and stretches.]
I'm gonna run down the little beach, maybe get some training in with Massena. I'll see you later?
[He'll bring snacks. He's so good at snacks.]
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I'll be here. You work tonight?
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Uh-huh. I get off around three tonight. You?
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Around five.
Hey- York?
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[He looks up, a hand on Delta Two's head still. York's got things to think about--he's not hiding that--but he's not shying away. Not from North.]
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[Thanks.
I'm sorry.
I love you.]
Be careful. And don't forget a jacket.
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York chuckles, genuine around the guilt, and goes to retrieve his jacket from where he hung it that morning on the desk chair.]
Yeah, all right. There's gonna be chocolate and potato chips when I get off shift, okay? Look out for it.
[He makes a show of putting on his jacket and tying his shoes, then waves casually on his way out the door, D-2 at his heels.]
Later.
[He's got a big hunk of new information to chew over, and--not for the first time these past couple weeks, but maybe the most direly--the vast emptiness at the back of his mind aches.
What do you think, D?]