LEGION INBOX

[goddamngrenades]

York here, leave a message at the tone.

Comments

[goddamngrenades]

I've got a bottle somewhere. [ But he makes no immediate effort to untangle himself from Locus. No sign of moving for a short while, nuzzled in close and breathing and enjoying the weighty confirmation that this is real, that Locus is here and not leaving. A faint chirrup from one of the pouches hanging has him blink. Emu's fluffy head pops out to peer at them.

Right. Tequila.

He presses a kiss to Locus' cheek and slips away, rummaging around in the kitchen until he finds a bottle, two shot glasses, a salt shaker, and sliced lime. To the coffee table go the spoils. ]

[agnominal]

[ He's a little surprised Emu isn't already trying to comfort York, but she's here. She's done her job. He'll have to remember to pick up some treats for her the next time she visits.

That's how he plans on coping. Plan for the next day, and the next. That's it, no further. Do the best he can a day at a time. If right now, the best thing he can do is drink with York and share memories of someone they've both loved and lost...then that's all the further he needs to think on it.

Any further, any wondering of what comes next for them? And he'll bury himself in dark thoughts, never to emerge. ]

[goddamngrenades]

[ He slides right back into Locus' lap after pouring two shots, offering him the glass. ]

No need to make these body shots this time.

[ It'd feel odd, without her. Coding would feel lonely without her poking in with her little asides, her clever gestures. He's quiet and settled and...aching. Locus holds that same ache close and it hurts, of course it hurts-

But it's a good hurt. It's what they have of her. Another scar to show they survived, and they will survive her- and miss her. ]