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[goddamngrenades]

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PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, whichever
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[goddamngrenades]

"...do you think we shouldn't?" Normally he makes a call and sticks with it, come hell or high water. Delta can and has talked him out of some particularly bullshit ideas before but right now? He's a little shook up even if he's winding down. His hands aren't trembling anymore and his ears aren't ringing and he can feel his pulse slowly dipping down to normal, but it's there. Times like this he needs D to be what he is.

An anchor. A guiding light. "Is it that bad of a call? You know her better than I do."

[pastdoesntdefine]

For a moment, his fingers drum against his thigh as Delta considers his response. "I do not wish to waste her time," he says at length. "She does not have the luxury of full time work as you and I do, and if you are only asking her to remain because she is an attractive woman.." Then better to end this now, his expression says.

There is not a lick of judgment in his tone. Just plain fact. And, a hint of protectiveness for a woman who is also his half sister.

[goddamngrenades]

Well that kind of stings. It's fair but it's

Actually no.

It's not fair. York does his bullshit stuff on the side but he's not once let it get involved with work or the people he asks Delta to hire seriously. This is a serious request and he's allowed to be offended. "You know me better than that, D."

[pastdoesntdefine]

He is and should be offended, and the green eyed stare back is unwavering. ..Until it drops, something like relief evident. York IS taking this seriously. "I do," he admits, "but I needed to be certain. It usually requires more discussion--" hint: Delta Frowning loudly, "--for you to take matters or the need for additional security personnel seriously."

"And she is very good at her job."

[goddamngrenades]

"She got me out of there. She knew something was wrong before I got gassed, got me out, got the scene cleared, and kicked the dick's ass while gassed up herself." That's convincing enough. "I got gassed backstage at my own show. No one not on the lists is supposed to be back there, I don't know how they got in, and as long as she's around? I don't need to worry."

[pastdoesntdefine]

"Then neither of us has anything to worry about, except for those details." He grimaces, before glancing out the window. Ah, second lap already? That was quick. "Fortunately, your next tour isn't until next year, and I would hope you'd put time into your second album before then." After the upcoming vacation, of course.

The car slows soon after, then pulls up to the curb. It's barely stopped when the door opens, a bag is tossed in, and Carolina slides across the seat, looking a little harried, certainly hinting at Vexed, but otherwise unscathed.

[goddamngrenades]

"We've got that list of ideas." A notebook full of lyrics. Contrary to popular belief- he writes. He writes a lot. It's just a lot of it doesn't make the cut on account of being too much, too little, or too nonsensical. Sometimes something good gets put together but for the most part? He doesn't use a lot of it.

Carolina settles in and York, more in his skin than before, leans forward to offer her one of the bottles of water on hand. "You ok?"