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Voicemail 2.0

You have reached the voice mail system of Officer Taylor Murray.

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[ For his part he's done just about when he says he's done. Mal's- doing something somewhere. North is working. He's happy for a little time to strip out of the uniform and crash on the sofa. Jack's knocking on the door has him up and popping the lock to let him in. ]

Hey, Jack. What's this about ice cream?

Right here.

[Jack slings the insulated bag off his shoulder and holds it out in offering once he steps in, the large carton of ice cream heavy inside.]

Only Proles' finest can get me out of this one.

I am here to protect and serve, citizen.

[ He steps aside to let Jack into the house, peering out to check the front yard out of habit before locking up behind them. ]

Sit where you want, I'll grab the spoons.

[Jack flops down on the couch, and the jostling sends the usual throat-tickle into a fresh round of coughing, one he swallows back long enough to grate out some words.]

Maybe some bowls this time, too.

Like I said. Here to serve.

[ Bowls and spoons it is, he returns with all this and a mug of hot cocoa for the throat and cough. Malcolm's liked it enough when those got bad. he doesn't settle so much as slide right into Jack's personal space, arm hooking around his shoulders to give him a squeeze. ]

Here, drink. It'll help. Also: tastes good.

[After days of forced near-isolation, Jack sags into the hold gratefully, giving a soft, blissful little sound. He curls himself into the space left by the hollow of York's side, reaching for the offered mug and taking a small sip.]

Oh - yeah. [He licks his lips, curling his hands around the warmth and savoring his second taste.] That's the stuff.

You are a sad little bean when you're on your own for too long, aren't you?

[ He tips his head to rest on top of Jack's, kissing his hair. Mal's been a little twitchy, rightly so, and North is still on a no go list since that. thing. Happened. But Jack's safe. Even after everything else, before everything else, Jack is his friend first and foremost. ]

if you were lonely you coulda just said.

[He gives a shameless, warm noise in response, a bit of agreement but mostly just content. He's never made it a great secret what a social creature he is, and that York recognizes it is similarly untroubling. BEsides, no one wants to be alone when they're sick, right?]

Nah. You've got important work to do. My scaly butt and I aren't exactly going anywhere.

Making sure everyone gets their boosters and making sure people aren't trying to SELL the boosters. Seriously. They're free. Why are people try'n to charge?

[ It didn't make any real sense to him now that the Order is actually making sure shit runs the way it should. ]

I can make time for my friends, Jack.

And their ice cream.

[Another sip before he smiles up, nudging York with his head.]

Go ahead, dig in.

Mostly them, but I'll never say no to icecream.

[ He gives Jack's head a quick nuzzle before scooping up a spoonful and eating with a sigh. cold and creamy and delicious. ]

What should we put on, mm?

Something brainless. And at least a little funny.

[He digs at his own bowl, alternating ice cream and sips of steaming hot chocolate. It's actually really heavenly.]

Maybe talking animals.

My little dragon, season fifteen?

[ Ponies are cool and all but baby dragons? Fuck'n adorable. ]

I think we left off on the episode where they were Fabio was getting ready for the fly off and Apollo just wanted to learn how to dance.

Oh man, yeah.

[Jack's only been ferociously defending himself from spoilers for the rest of season fifteen since the episodes started dropping.]

People on the net keep squealing about something Ukume does.

Best thing about living in a house fulla dudebro types. No one else watches the show. Though I think I could probably introduce DeWitt to it, she might like Li Xiang.

[ He's already cuing up the next episode, tucking his legs underneath himself to form a perfect little ball of york around Jack. ]

I think that's...two, three episodes after this one? We'll see.

Mm, no rush.

[He curls up in turn and they're perfect little nesting layers, him around his cocoa, York around him. It warms the awful stillness in him into soft thrumming and he hums softly, nuzzling against him.]

DeWitt. That's your partner, right?

Mmmhmm.

[ This is, like most everything else with Jack, really easy. No expectations, no questions, just casual comfort. Something uncomplicated and without any real need for explanation or labels. They just...are. ]

Miz Elizabeth. She's pretty kickass.

Tch. Kicking ass is basically a requirement to getting pulled in with Project Immunis, I think.

I have kicked quite a bit in my time, tru enough.

So humble.

[Jack lightly pokes him in the neck with the still-cold bowl of the spoon, smirking.]

Sonova- WHY? [ He jerks away whining, turning to give Jack the most innocently betrayed expression ever. Of all time. ]

[One look at that expression is all jack needs to collapse into hapless giggling, though a few seconds in the sound begins to stutter between delight and ugly-sounding coughing. He grits out an apology, trying to ride out the tickle in his throat, pushing the mug of cocoa at York's hands before he can spill it everywhere.]

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