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She's been fairly receptive to the different foods of this era - pizza had taken a little convincing until York realised her preference for spice and heat in her food, and after that, crazy toppings had been welcome. Whatever he chose would be edible, at least, and that was the important part. "Good," she approves of his happiness in this respect, the success of his lure. " Should I expect to see much of this individual, or will that depend on tonight's outcome?"

There's a catch in his breath when he looks at York and he knows he didn't stifle it nearly well enough for York to miss. Fuck. He has to be better. He can't afford to be this off balance just because they fucked a couple of times.

Fine. Play it that way. He steps up close, presses hard against York's back, hands sliding down over York's hips and thighs. "Is that what you want? Starting to think you'd enjoy it, being locked up here just waiting for me or Carolina to pay you some attention."

Roll with it. This is- well it's not the worst idea Delta's had but seriously, him playing a honey pot with his bum eye and crooked smile? Would not work unless he'd already fucked Wash and had some sort of weird lingering UST with Carolina. So. Work with what you got.

Wash presses in close and York arches just a bit, tipping his head back against his shoulder to take a slow breath. Let his hands run along Wash's gauntlets while he tries to remember what tiny little storage pockets kept 'nonessential' tech. Won't do anything NOW but, next time? He might try to lift something. "And if I behave I'll get that attention, is that it?"

He breathes in when York leans against him, can remember all too clearly touching him in more intimate places, fucking him in the bed and in the shower. He turns his head enough to press his lips against York's cheek. Almost a kiss.

"No. If you behave then we don't drag you back to Control and hand you over to the boss's science team while they figure out what to add to his Freelancer collection."

Hand to wrist, wrist to elbow and up- York reaches behind his head to curl his fingers in Wash's hair- not to pull. Just to feel. It's how he broke the wall last time they fought, combing his fingers through Wash's hair. Maybe it'll work again. "Then what do I do to get this positive attention? Ask nicely?"

The fact that both he and Carolina probably have the threat of experimentation hanging over them isn't missed. It's something to consider.

Delta files it away.

He wants to lean into that touch. It feels good. Reminds him of the stupid date the kids had set up for them, and kissing York. He stays absolutely still instead, impassive. He's not going to let York get to him like this.

"Wait for Carolina to decide you deserve it."

"We both know that's not gonna happen." Not with how the fight went in the MOI. Not with how he's been adamant she's not who she used to be. Carolina's an angle he can't work yet- he doesn't know it well enough. Wash? Wash he can work. Tries to, tilting his face enough to close the distance, sweet and slow.

He freezes for a long moment, mind racing as York leans in to kiss him. Before he can though, Wash pulls away, putting himself out of easy reach of York. "There's no way you want to get that cosy with me when you probably still want to kill me for this."

Fine, play it that way. He sighs and turns around, leaning back against the desk, arms crossed. "Dude you know what 'victim of circumstance' means, right? You got fucked over by the project. I'm pretty sure you're both getting fucked over by hargrove in new and exciting ways. So I'm still pissed."

Wash face him, every line of his body tense and wary. "I'm not a victim," he says. "I'm never going to be a victim again." He won't let that happen. "You don't know anything about the agreement we have with Control." They'd been saved by Charon, taken at their lowest points and given a new purpose.

He gives York a disbelieving look. "You were mad enough when you just thought I was a merc. You don't go from that to being angry on my behalf."

"What happens if you don't do what control says? If you wanna retire or think a job doesn't suit? What if you get tired of being Hargrove's personal monster, mm?" Tired of being a gun to point and fire at someone else's beck and call.

"I don't know the particulars but I do know you were pretty damn desperate for some kind of forgiveness this morning. When we were in bed. Together."

"I won't sleep. I could try, but I will fail." Which'll leave him wound tight and cranky during the Press Conference but, hey, he usually is. Nothing new there.

"That won't happen. I know where I belong, where my loyalties lie." And that was here, with Carolina, with Charon. He couldn't exist anywhere else. Thinking otherwise is... painful.

He swallows around a lump in his throat when York brings that up, looks away. "That was a- a lapse. I was stupid. Overly emotional. And I don't need forgiveness. There's nothing anyone could give anyway."

[ Careful, York, offers like that might make a girl want to stick around forever.

She's used to alternative snacks, to not always running on full, making do with what she has. But she won't say no to more if its available; even now her metabolism is still ahead of the curve, though not to the same degree it had been in the project. So the offer of waffles definitely gets a smile from her, even as she steps away at the same time he does when he goes to fetch himself less...distracting bed clothing. ]

...In the morning. After my shower. [which is also as good a time as any to rinse down her suit and let it dry for a bit.] It's okay for right now.

[once he confirms which side of the bed he prefers, she moves automatically to the other side.] None. Just needed to know which half to take.

[sitting on the mattress is an almost tentative affair, uncertain of how deeply she'll sink in - is it soft? is it firm? But there's no denying the droop of her shoulders as she lets herself relax, rolling her neck a bit to address stiffness ahead of, well, getting into bed properly.]

..thank you, by the way.

"Nap later, then. Or at least lie down with a damp cloth over your eyes in the dark before everyone has to be up and going." She knows a little about insomnia, with dealing with the headaches that follow too little sleep. Her own coffee lacks both cream or sugar - much as she enjoys a good latte, she knows she'll need strong stuff for dealing with today.

And once the day and conference are done, she'll be on her way. She's not sure why that thought leaves her a little disappointed.

"Not a bad idea." He settles back against the sofa, mug cupped in his hands. Sleep he'd love but sleep isn't gonna happen. Till now he'll sip and try to unwind. Not like it'll work but- it's worth a shot. "...Thanks. For coming in on such short notice."

"Depends on how tonight goes. I don't wanna take a risk if it's not a sure thing." Sure there might be some people that'd believe him but- it's not a talk he wants to have unless he's positive they won't make trouble for Carolina. And for him, but mostly her.

"You need not worry that I might interfere - this does not affect our contract." Yet. Always later. But she does not appear particularly concerned. "Most mortals cannot see me as it is. It would not take much to remain hidden by the Veil, and you have granted me room here."

And if there IS risk, well. They won't see her coming for them. That's good too, right?

"If that was true you wouldn't have had your mind changed in under a week." He can't be clinging so hard to those thoughts and ideas if it didn't even take that much work to get him to stop the first time. Sure, they're surrounded by reminders now but-

He can talk him out of it.

"You were human. You're allowed to be human."

"I was weak," he says sharply. It had just been a long time since he'd been back at base, that was all. It was easy for doubts to creep in when he was alone. Too much time to think.

"No, I'm not," he replies, giving York a hard look. "I was weak and it won't happen again."

"Human." He reiterates, pushing off the desk to step close. "Starving for kindness. For companionship. How long have you lived like this- and how long has it been since anyone treated you kindly?"

There's a tense set to his spine when York approaches him, and he's stubborn enough to not be willing to back away. "I have companions. Me and Carolina have worked together since they got me out." Once he'd been considered stable enough and safe enough to send out in the field. "I don't need anyone. I have a purpose."

Sounds like a plan.

[ He usually sets an alarm for himself but- they both need to sleep as long as their bodies will let them. Carolina a little more than him, honestly. Most of him is pretty sure the AI buddy will turn it off if he did and probably bitch at him afterward. Bed. Bed, comfortable bed, massive, cozy bed with more blankets than he probably needs but- he feels cold sometimes.

Makes his joints ache, the old bullet scars twinge. He'd rather not deal with that. ]

For what?

[ Settling on his side he flips back the covers, rolling out his shoulders and popping his neck. He'd been hunched over that table for awhile now, couple of hours. Bed and knowing Carolina is safe, is rested? More than worth it. ]

"No. You have a handler. You have a leash. You are right back where you were in the Project. Hargrove points and you pull the trigger. Can you honestly not see that?" He'd sworn off so much getting away, kept his head down, stayed uninvolved, tried to survive as long as possible. Now he's trapped and reaching out, curling his hand around David's wrist. "Does Carolina call you by name? Does she hold you when you can't sleep? Does she understand what doing this does to you?"

"Thank Delta for that one," she gives him a lopsided smile. He asks so very rarely for help, how could she justify saying no to one of the few members of her family who treats her kindly and with respect? "I tend to be a very hard sell."

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