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[goddamngrenades]

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[tactical_alert]

"Okay. Fine. Whatever you want. Whatever is normal to you. Whatever you think helps. Why did you have to drag me out?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Oh. Uh. You seemed like you were getting irritated? I'll just..." There's no way to salvage this, is there? No. No there's not. Time to bail.

"I'm gonna. Go." And he turns on his heel to head down the hall. His room sounds like a good idea. SLeep for the next few days. yeah.

[tactical_alert]

"You were being--" Rude, obnoxious, irritating? But York's walking away. Fine. Let him walk away. Time apart will be good for them. He turns, and Carolina seems to be doing that leaning on a wall thing again, watching York leave. Malcolm stalks past. Should've just stayed in the mess and maybe tried to weasel another dessert out.

[goddamngrenades]

Room. Sleep. That's the plan, that's what he does- and she actually doesn't follow him. It's- lonely and it's nice. To actually be able to sleep without her being there.

Of course that doesn't mean D isn't there to try and jabber at him about this that or the other but he's gotten used to tuning him out.

[tactical_alert]

He'd go to his room, but what would he even do there, sleep? Already had some, thanks, not looking forward to dreams tonight. Gym, then. Beat at a punching bag. Ignoring anyone else there who might stop to look at him. Get energy out. Practice. Move. Kick.

When stances, moves, motions that aren't his seep in, he gets unbalanced and ends up on the floor from someone else's footing that doesn't work on his body, his reflexes. Huffs on the floor until he picks himself up and goes again. He will keep going until he's sure he's himself. Or at least reasonably sure he's himself. At least he's got some energy out.

[goddamngrenades]

WIth d bugging him he can't sleep so he leaves. Goes for a run around the dome, see if that helps. Sits and stares at the ocean for a long while and considers getting a boat but- that's not him. He never thought about sailing before, it didn't matter. It wasn't a thing.

Calls his mother, that usually helps. She's proud. Worried and proud. Talks to his dad. Takes his medication. Goes to the gym to lift weights because sparring isn't happening today. And there's Mal, falling the fuck over using Carolina's stance.

Wow.

He has to slowclap from where he's sitting, weights at his side.

[tactical_alert]

Great, and now someone's mocking him. That's great. That's totally what he came here for and absolutely what he needed, and he's going to shoot a glare full of daggers at that person and it's bloody York. Are they just subconsciously drawn to each other now or what?

[goddamngrenades]

"Give it a day or two. That'll go away." It's just been one drift- they haven't even run a sim yet. It'll get easier on Malcolm he's sure.

[tactical_alert]

"I didn't ask." Well, if York's here, and York wanted to leave him alone, then it's probably time to find somewhere else to be, isn't it.

[goddamngrenades]

"Okay- okay." He holds his hands up and scoops up the weights, heading back over to the rack. This is Mal's space. He'll...find something else to do.

[tactical_alert]

No, this is not his space, this is a public space, and York is free to use that space. He'll go somewhere else.

No, wait, he'll stop first. "I don't know what's going on here. Why you've been acting so strangely since seeing that doctor."

[goddamngrenades]

"I mentioned drift induced mood swings and endorphin crashes, right?" This is like- a double whammy. "You got all floaty and dreamy and are using Carolina's stance- I get weird."

[tactical_alert]

"Is that what this is?" He isn't convinced. "Do we need to just...drift more and figure ourselves out? This is all new to me, you know."

[goddamngrenades]

"Probably. I don't really- I don't want to for another day or so. I wanna level out first." He's still all unsettled. "I think you could probably use the time too."

[tactical_alert]

"...I didn't mean do it right now. Neither of us are on solid ground yet. Not really. Do you want me away?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Yes? No. I don't know."

[tactical_alert]

The answer doesn't upset him. It actually...makes him laugh, starting at a low chuckle but building up from there. He claps York on the shoulder lightly. "Yes, okay, I understand the confusion going on. That was probably a rather stupid question to ask."

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He's laughing. Why is he laughing. What is going on what did he say what the FUCK- the hand on his shoulder helps him wind down a little, blinking over at Malcolm. "Maybe a little stupid."

[tactical_alert]

The whole thing is stupid. Why is he even upset? Why were they even getting upset at each other? "I won't leave unless you need me to. We can be adults about this and be in the same room without anything blowing up." Or getting steamy. "I'm not upset with you, and I'm sorry if I gave off that idea."

[goddamngrenades]

He tips forward, leaning into Malcolm. Needing that grounding for the moment. "...sorry."

He is kind of fucked up. This won't be easy under normal circumstances and- well. This ain't exactly normal.

[tactical_alert]

"No. I'm sorry. Or we can both be sorry." Maybe it's a mood swing that's got him smiling. He can't rightly tell, now, can he? His pitches his voice lower, quieter, for just them. "We won't be sparring, but are you still going to want to jump me if all I'm doing is working out by my lonesome?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Maaaaaybe?" He tips his head up to blink at Mal, all wide eyed innocence. "You're kind of sexy."

[tactical_alert]

"Only kind of? Ohhh, Mister Murray. I think we both know that's not quite the case."

He should go kick the shit out of that bag some more. Yes. Kicking and punching and flexing and moving. Mostly his moves this time, hopefully. Sounds like a great plan.

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"...notfair." Using that voice. Wandering off and- showing off. Not fair at ALL. Malcolm knows exactly how attractive he is to York and- okay. No jumping. None. Not gonna do it, nope.

Fuck.

Okay he can just- strip off his shirt and go back to lifting. He can do that. Will do that.

[tactical_alert]

Showing off those muscles? York, you're sure you want to play this game? Because he'll play, and he'll play to win. Like he always does.

(Or like...she...always does? Hm. He'll sort that out later.)

What about being adults about this? Surely if you're too hot and bothered, one can go take a quick cool shower. Feeling up for a bonerkilling shower yet, York?