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[ Not a word. Not a single word as he waits for the rest because there's more. There's always more and he can't say anything one way or another till he's got the rest of the data as it stands. He sits, sips his beer-

And tries not to choke at the rest of the data. There'd been that kind of vibe but he'd been so deep in trying to get Carolina that he hadn't paid enough attention. ]

...Well. I mean, you saw my Legacy, right? North and I are cool. [ Not at all connected or relative since there'd been booze involved but, goddamn. ] Y'all are still friends, it's totally possible for that to be a thing.

No, that's not- [He gestures uselessly again. York doesn't have the full picture, and at this point Wash is questioning whether or not he wants to provide it.] I mean, I still need to talk to her about it, but that's not really the problem. Or not the whole problem. Or-

[He makes a frustrated noise and goes back to his beer. This isn't working, and that's on him, and he knows it.]

It's awkward for more than just 'I had a thing for you in the past and let it go and now we're bros' reasons, isn't it? [ That'd be his guess, but the why of that awkwardness is still a mystery. There's a nebulously familiar equation at hand, he thinks, but there are still missing variables. ] You want me to guess? Cuz I can try to guess.

[Oh dear God.] No, I don't want you to guess. I-

[He what? Wants to lay it all out? Wants to take the realizations of a week ago and spread them out on the bar to be examined? Wants to set it in stone?]

[Nope. No. He can't. If he does that, then it's actually happening and he can't-]

[What he does do, completely and with an abrupt sinking feeling, is lose his nerve.]

I don't want to talk about it.

... [ There's not all that much to say to that, really. There's a missing variable, something important and-

Wash clams up. Every iteration of this conversation where he tries to pry more details out ends in shouting or Wash stalking off- he's about eighty percent certain of that. Also? He's trying to not be that guy anymore. To that end he...shrugs.

Sips his beer. ]

Okay. What do you wanna talk about then? DC do anything really cute lately?

Not really - I think he's just glad I'm back to normal.

[It's unenthused, nearly muttered into his beer. The fact that York is giving him an out is something of a small miracle in and of itself. He really should be jumping on that, but instead he's stuck in this conversation that he started and can't manage to pull himself out of. He needs to figure this out, he's having a hell of a time doing it alone, and York can help, but-]

[But once he says it, that's it. It's out there. It's happening, and he can't act like it's not.]

[He buries his face in his hands. Dammit, he's better than this.]

Look, if I say it, it's real, and then I... [He trails off and gives a frustrated sigh.] I don't know.

If it's not gonna get you or someone else killed and you're not ready to deal with it? Take your time and handle it when you can, you know, handle it without becoming a ball of anxiety over the idea of talk'n about it. [ Because dealing with things in a reasonable time frame is, apparently, a thing. Taking half a step back and trying to sort out if it's a thing you wanna deal with right now as opposed to later when you're more centered? Is a thing.

Therapy offering half decent perspective. Who the fuck knew? ]

No judgement zone here, man. You wanna say it? Okay. You wanna bail? Okay. But whatever it is you know I've got no room to look at you funny or give you shit over it cuz, again- you saw my Legacy. King of fuck'n it up right here.

Yeah, that's going to be never.

[Said without removing his head from his hands. Wash knows how he works - he's never not going to be a ball of anxiety about this, because it ends so poorly so often and there's not really any getting around that for him.]

[He's quiet for a few moments, thinking. York's had a stream of romantic insanity in his life - maybe he's fucked up like this before. Maybe he actually knows what to do. And isn't this what Wash came here to talk about in the first place?]

[Ah, hell.]

You ever sleep with someone when you loved someone else?

Yep.

[ Without missing a beat or even an ounce of shame. It happened he learned from it (kinda) and moved along with his life. Away from both parties because that's kinda how life happened. He takes another long swig from his beer and sits back, leveling Wash with a long look. ]

Question is- does the person you love know that you love 'em and are you in an active relationship. That changes things.

[Somehow, that's not surprising.]

[He doesn't look up. Doesn't remove his face from his hands.]

I doubt it and no.

Well now I know exactly what you're go'n through. [ Again, been there, done that, and it was...uncomfortable. Complicated. ] The only complicated part is that you and Connie weren't really...your current selves when it happened. The you that did this wasn't the you that's in love with someone else.

How is that the only complicated part?

[He hasn't talked with Connie yet, but he should be able to handle it okay. Dealing with his own damn emotions is, in his opinion, a hell of a lot more difficult.]

The only person you've cheated on here is yourself. Which doesn't exactly make it simple but- it's easier to tackle. When you sit down and think 'why did I do this when I feel another way', the only one holding you accountable? Is you.

[ Again, doesn't make it black and white but- does pare down the variables to something manageable. ]

First thing to figure out that involves anyone besides you is whether this has any bearing on how you feel about the person you love, if this is gonna keep you from telling them- or if you tell them how you feel if you wanna tell them about what's happened or if you wanna keep it all to yourself and quietly pine or box up that emotion to never ever be dealt with ever. Some of these things are healthier than others. All of 'em are valid.

I wasn't planning on telling him in the first place, or ever, so...

[He shrugs. It's only after he trails off that he realizes he let that pronoun slip. Dammit, he needs to keep a better lid on things-]

[But isn't he here to talk about it in the first place? Isn't that why he started this conversation?]

[He's not sure he knows anymore.]

Him? [ Connie had been ruled out by dint of being the other party in this little kerfuffle. The only other people wash is close to that's of age (and type if he had to take a swing and it is a broad goddamn swing since he knows not a lot about his preference) narrows the field somewhat-

But falling for a friend is a thing. He guesses? It can be a thing.

Probably not him so-

York shakes off the innate urge to puzzle this out. Wash'll tell him or he won't. ]

Well, man. That's your call. So all you have to figure out is how you feel about this and if you wanna forgive yourself for it. Personal accountability shit.

I mean, at least it's not master chief. That's be complicated as hell

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[York notices the pronoun but doesn't pursue, and Wash appreciates it more than he'd like to say. Maybe he can put this to rest. Maybe he can...fuck, he doesn't know, but it's a step forward, right?]

[He's drinking his beer and mulling over personal accountability - because he's real good at that - when York casually mentions the one name he's been trying not to spit out. Fuck- fuck-]

[He coughs, chokes on his beer, and spends the next few seconds hacking up a lung trying to clear his airway. Yeah. There's no way that act of subtlety went unnoticed, so he just thunks his head down on the bar and groans. Congratulations, York; too bad there's no prize for guessing correctly.]

"Shit- wash!" York leans over the bar, hand on Wash's shoulder to steady him, like that helps while choking on a mouthful of beer. That-

Oh.

Shit.

"Damn, man, really?" Well...he's got good taste, at least.

It's the moment of truth, and here Wash is, two thirds of the way through a beer and face down on a counter. He just groans again in response. Life is fucking great.

"Okay." A beat. "You aim high, man. Good for you."

Also there's the whole relateable life experiences, kinda. "...this is gonna make giving him a shovel talk hell and a half, you know that, right? Why you gotta make my life hard?"

Because picking at this like it has the potential to be okay and funny is easier than trying to work out 'do I help my bro or do I help my bro HIDE THIS SHIT'.

That first comment gets York casually flipped off. Ha ha, thanks for that.

And then York keeps talking, and even years later, he still knows how to yank Wash's chain (even though this is probably not at all on purpose, and it's not like Wash is currently on an emotional upset or anything). "Oh, your life is hard!" He's bolt upright and the volume is up, but it's not angry so much as it is indignant. "Excuse you, you're not the one who's been lying awake for a week trying to figure this out!"

A beat.

"Oh God, it's been a fucking week." He thunks his head back down on the bar.

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"...want me to get you another beer?" Because that seems like the best option here. He makes no move to do so, tentatively reaching out to ruffle Wash's hair, keeping well away from his neck for so many reasons not at all connected to a history of paranoia, violence, and implant trauma.

Just. Friendly hair ruffling.

"Walk me through it then, what are you try'n to figure out? What to do about it, what not to do about it, how to live with it?" He can offer some advice on every flavor laid out and a few oddball ones besides. Probably why Wash came here in the first place.

"Yes." Not liking being drunk isn't stopping him from really wanting to get drunk right now. Anything to avoid thinking about the bullshit that his love life (or lack thereof) right now.

...the hair ruffling is nice, though.

The sad thing is, he already knows the answer to that question. "How to make it stop." How do you make yourself fall out of love with someone? His prior methodology had essentially amounted to suffering the devastating loss of the object of his affections because of circumstances mostly beyond his control, and he'd rather not do that this time around.

"One beer, coming up." The cooler's right next to him so, hey, Wash gets continued hair ruffling and the thunk of a cool longneck right next to one of his hands whenever he feels up to cracking it open. No pressure.

That question twinges in his gut more than a little because, man. How often had he tried that particular thing?

"Good news and bad news on that front. Good news: Totally possible. Bad news: chemically inducing apathy has led to making people complete sociopaths and or depressed enough to kill themselves. You don't really need to deal with either of those, man." Especially considering how they both feel about altering the brain for whatever reason. "It's- the heart wants what the heart wants and the heart doesn't know a damn thing about what's good for it which leads us to poor life choices."

The second beer can wait until he finishes the first one, and the first one can wait until he gets his head up off the bar, and he doesn't quite feel like doing that yet, because fuck everything.

He snorts a bit at that answer. Honestly, between sociopathy and depression, he'd dabbled in both, and both had wrecked his life in different (and, at some points, conjoined, because his brain chemistry had seriously been out to kill him) ways. "The heart needs to shut the fuck up," is what he finally comes up with, murmured into the bar.

"...it doesn't get any easier ignoring it. Especially if you're around them all the time. Distance and a clean break will make it quiet down and switch from 'want' to 'but what if we had' which is easier to ignore if you've already got a stack of regrets. But I don't think you really wanna walk away from being friends with him, do you?" They click in a way York himself doesn't understand but-

He doesn't need to. This is in no way about him. He does know that somehow the Chief is good for Wash and that's honestly more than enough.

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