goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

Sunlight is important! A discreet way to check on them, also important. York may or may not be considering pinning a sheet over the wall later when he wants to sleep. For now he sets out the tray and slings down canteens of tea and water for them to share. "Chicken, beef- I just grabbed a little of everything."

He wasn't feeling particularly picky. For the moment he lets them grab what they need, more worried about Carolina and Wash than he is himself. He'll deal. "Eat up. I'm gonna go over some stuff with D."

Wash takes a plate and goes to perch on the bed, legs crossed, so that he can pick at his food. Acts nonchalant and uninterested, but finds himself watching York more often than not while he runs over whatever it is with Delta. Carolina does the same, keeps glancing up at him while she eats.

It's been a while since he saw someone with an AI implant. He'd forgotten how York went distant when he was really engaging with Delta. There's a green shimmer to his good eye. It's really fascinating.

The best part was how MUCH they could get knocked out. What felt like hours really only took a couple of minutes. The data he'd gotten, the plans, the bases, everything- but that wasn't what he needed to focus on. What they'd done to Wash and Carolina- how they'd need to work around it. Redirect it. That'd take some planning.

Eating's automatic enough that he can go through the motions while working over the issue. That they were being watched so intently didn't quite register until he blinks and catches Wash at it. "...you good?"

Wash smiles at him, looks a little embarrassed to have been caught staring so intently. "Yeah. I'm fine. As much as I can be. Just... it's been a while since I saw you two talk like that. Forgotten how spacey you can get."

"I do not get spacey." And that's mostly Delta, right there. York finds his prissiness hilarious. "I get preoccupied, yeah."

"You totally do. You didn't even notice I was looking for ages." He takes another bite of food then sets the plate down on the floor next to him. "What're you looking at?"

"...Okay maybe I get a little spacey." Delta huffs in the back of his head. York shrugs. It happens. "Reports on what they did to you two, mostly. How it works. How to fix it."

If it could even be fixed.

Wash grins, looking like himself for the first time in days. It fades a little at the mention of what York is looking at. "What does it say? We can fix it, right? We can... reverse it."

"I'm not a psychologist but- I think we can get rid of some of it. D's breaking the code down." He pauses for a bite of his sandwich, leaning forward enough to bump Wash's knee with his forehead. "We'll get it done. For both of you."

"Good, that... that's good, I guess." He would much prefer to hear that all of it could be got rid of. He's a little terrified. What if he wakes up tomorrow and isn't himself?

When York leans over, he briefly slides his fingers through the other man's hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. "I know. You've already done so much for us."

"Just hope it's not too little too late. I should've found you both." Guilt plays heavily into this- but just saying that has Carolina reaching out- with her foot- to nudge him in the ribs. It's playful. That's more than he'd expected so soon.

He tips his head against Wash's hand and sighs. "We got some breathing room. Charon's gonna haveta regroup. We can rest."

"Not your fault," Wash replies. He slides his fingers down and around, curling just behind his ear. "You didn't know. No-one knew. Charon hid us. Of course they did." It's easier to admit that now that he's not caught up in the anger and bitterness that Charon encouraged.

Wash glances up at Carolina, flashes her a smile as he keeps stroking York's hair, enjoying the contact.

"They're gonna pay." He mumbles, exhausted. He hadn't been sleeping uch- well he hadn't been sleeping at all in the base. No time. No saftey. But now that they're here, now he can let it sink in that they did it.

He got them out. They got HIM out. They're all here, they're all in one piece. He tips his cheek against Wash's leg, kissing the inside of his knee. One hand snakes up to squeeze Carolina's.

"We're gonna bring them down," Wash says quietly, and like this he can almost believe it, even if his voice shakes a little when he says it.

Carolina squeezes his fingers, her thumb running against his knuckles affectionately. Wash keeps up the gentle petting for a moment and then shifts so that York's head is resting in his lap.

"I didn't think we'd make it out, honestly." Delta hadn't been all that certain either but- here they are. They made it. If they can manage that, maybe they can finish the job. Tear down Charon industries. Fix the planet. Retire the way he'd wanted to.

"You could have just got out without us," Wash points out. It would have been so easy for York to take his armour and the camo unit and get out. "I never thought I'd... I thought I'd die long before I got the chance to leave."

"I couldn't save you then. Why would I leave both of you now?" He blinks up at Wash, eye dark with- something. Guilt? Remorse? Devotion? A little of all. "I thought I was alone. I thought you were dead. I'm not giving you, either of you, up that easily."

He shivers at that look, the intensity of it. It's a raw expression, a little haunted. "Because... because we're not the people that we were back then," Wash says, giving a little shrug and ducking his head so he can look away. "Because I lied and I- I hurt you. Would have hurt you."

"You told the truth when it mattered. You gave me enough info to make the truce possible. You both gave me time and backup to get us out of there." He pulls himself up, nosing up the line of Wash's torso- and he pulls Carolina along with him. Tugs her close and tangles them all together.

It would be nice to say that it had been for purely noble reasons. But mainly it had been York himself. Coming back, still himself, not the shells that they'd become. How could he have wished that on him?

He shivers, slides his arms around York, and then Carolina is curled up against them too and that feels perfect.

"What was it like? In the suit?" he asks, a little afraid of the answer. "Kept hearing about it. Saw it a couple of times." It creeped him out honestly.

"...Without D it'd feel like wearing his skin." Maine's. The Meta's. It wouldn't have felt right. With Delta it was...it fit. They belonged in there, even if the helmet still felt weird. "But with him...knowing I had to get it to keep both of you safe? I felt a little like I did when I first put on the Freelancer Armor. Unstoppable."

The most powerful thing in the room. It's- a little intoxicating. He'll have to be careful. The most important thing isn't even the suit. It was Delta. Working together like that again. Having Wash and Carolina at his back like before the leaderboard. "Kinda miss my old helmet though. I feel so exposed."

Wash glances over towards where it's piled up, waiting. "It's weird seeing it," Wash admits. "I really thought it was him for a moment when you came fort me." He'd thought that he was dead, or insane. Or that somehow the Meta had survived and was coming after him.

"I remember that. Trading the standard issue stuff for the armour... felt like I could do anything."

"It feels strange." Not as strange as seeing the scraped up remnants of Norths' armor. Or seeing Tex's helmet. It'd been like a fucking graveyard in there. But here and now with the family he's got left, he's happy. "But...I needed it. If I was gonna get you out of there."

"We wore our armour like a second skin," Carolina points out. "I'm not surprised it felt strange." She wasn't sure if she'd ever get used to seeing York wearing Maine's armour.

"You did it," Wash says. "We're out. We'll take them down and then..." He could have a life, maybe. Maybe he'd get to keep it."

"I need to learn how to brawl like him." The name, the image will do the rest of the work for him. It's a little like honoring what's left. And using it to stab the Chairman in the eye.

Then... "Beach house." He tips his head up, kissing the underside of Wash's Jaw. Twisting around to do the same to Carolina takes some doing but- it's appropriate. "Surfing."

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York gets Captured thread split (point of divergance) META YORK

York gets Captured thread split (point of divergance) META YORK

York gets Captured thread split (point of divergance) META YORK

York gets Captured thread split (point of divergance) META YORK

York gets Captured thread split (point of divergance) META YORK

York gets Captured thread split (point of divergance) META YORK

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York gets Captured thread split (point of divergance) META YORK

York gets Captured thread split (point of divergance) META YORK

York gets Captured thread split (point of divergance) META YORK

York gets Captured thread split (point of divergance) META YORK

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