[ Epsilon's got some kind of ulterior motive- but honestly? It's working out in their favor. So York lets the hasty retreat slide in favor of...admiring Carolina. SHe looks good. She looks rested, clean and for half a second he can pretend there's no civil war. That there wasn't a long stretch of time he thought she was dead and she thought him dead- that they'd run off together like he'd always wanted.
Flew through space for a new life. Maybe a couple of kids with green eyes.
God he's still got it bad if he's thinking like that. ]
Waffles are on.
[ The iron's sizzling away while he sets the batter aside, grabbing butter and syrup from the fridge. ]
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Flew through space for a new life. Maybe a couple of kids with green eyes.
God he's still got it bad if he's thinking like that. ]
Waffles are on.
[ The iron's sizzling away while he sets the batter aside, grabbing butter and syrup from the fridge. ]
And coffee's in the pot. You look good, Clair.