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[goddamngrenades]

York here, leave a message at the tone.

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[unrecovered]

That's the difference between their approaches to life - York is fucking confident enough to go after what he wants and successful enough to get it, whereas Wash fails so damn often he has to be invested in order to try - it's not worth the risk just to want something.

But instead of voicing a word of that, Wash just gives York an unamused stare. "It doesn't work like that."

[goddamngrenades]

"No shit." He'd have saved himself a lot of pain if he'd been able to talk himself out of- well. Half of his life choices. "You're gonna have to know what to tell him when he notices shit. Cuz he will."

[unrecovered]

Well why the fuck did he suggest it if he knows it doesn't work? Wash huffs and moves on.

"He's not going to notice anything," he says with all the confidence of a seasoned liar. As far as he's concerned, there won't be anything to notice.

[goddamngrenades]

"You can't keep it up forever, man. And if you can? That's pretty fucking concerning." It's said without judgement, merely concern. And a return of the hand resting on his shoulder as he leans to rest an elbow on the bar. "Either way- you need somewhere to chill and feel things without worrying about it showing to someone that'll spill the beans? You can come here."

[unrecovered]

Wash just raises an eyebrow slowly. He had to learn to lie in order to survive; lying to maintain the status quo is nothing compared to that.

Still, he appreciates the offer - it's good to know he has someplace he can go if everything goes completely pear-shaped. "Thanks."