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...Clair are you okay?

And I think she should know before she sits down to talk to him. Or he'll just bullshit the hell out of her.

they cloned my mother york

she shouldnt even be here in the first place shes going to die again in the next seven days and

i couldnt tell her taylor

...I'm coming over.

im not home

where are you

WHere do you need me to be?

Sounds good. How's she doing?

somewhere i can find you

im still in D3

I'm back at the bunker in D2.

ok

[and that, as they say, is that. at least for the 35 minutes it takes her to navigate out of the third district, wrap up the delivery she had to make, then make her way there. On foot for part of the way, for what little good being paranoid does her here and now.

There's four sharp taps of her knuckles on the door, before she turns her back to it, hands jammed into her pockets and gaze set forwards. ]

[ Four raps and it pops open- well slides in and over to let her in with an all but silent hiss. ]

Clair? Come on in.

[ He's got a pot of chocolate on the stove inset into one wall, the smell coiling over the usual bite of metal and leather. ]

She's upset. Hates my sister. She's been gracious about me getting in touch with her, though.

Wrath is a special lady.

[ She's already inside by the time the door's halfway open, a hand palming the controls to indicate it should seal itself again as quickly as possible. She doesn't move from the door right away, though, once she's inside. Takes a minute to slow her breathing, to rein things in.

The smell of chocolate is distinct against the rest of the bunker's scents, and she looks up, though eyes remaining dark. ]

Hey.

[ Most of the obstacle course is collapsed or set along the wall, the space large and open enough that it's a clear shot from the door to the sofa and coffee table in the far corner where York's waiting. He waves her over. ]

You want anything to eat?

She really is.

I really ought to get back to work. Thanks for what you're going to do.

Don't mention it. I'd rather not think about it.

"Oh- christ-" He gasps out a throaty, blissful sound, watching York appreciatively with heavy-lidded eyes, lips curled in a sly grin. "Keep that up and you won't need the toy."

[She's had some time for things to really sink in, and they've left her numb and unfeeling. Knowing what's coming has taken the fight from her. Normally, in a situation like this, she'd go to North for comfort, here? He was anything but. Then there were the cryptic things he and his girlfriend had told her.]

[Her vices didn't bring her any comfort, either. As she's sitting in the dark in some hotel room, a stranger asleep next to her. she pulls over his data pad and fires up a text message. Waiting like this was wearing her down, and she's starting to think it'd just be better to cut to the chase.]

[Her hands shake as she types out the message. This feels wrong, but nothing feels right anymore. Waiting just gave her the chance to dwell on all of it.]

NY

sick of waiting. just get it over with.

SD

[She includes directions to a nearby alley and a timestamp, then tosses the datapad back on the table and starts getting dressed.]

No.

[she doesn't move from the door right away. Just. Stands there. Hands curling into and unfurling from fists. Takes in the room, distantly and clinically, but not moving.]

"So you're saying stop?" And on that word his hand goes still, fingers hovering just shy of the heated skin of Jack's erection. "Where do you want my hand instead?"

...Clair?

[ He sets down the mugs and pushes away from the sofa, walking across the expanse to meet her at the door. This isn't like her. This stillness, this quiet. Not without a job or a target. ]

Clair, talk to me.

It's been one day. One. What the hell?

you going to help or not?

Half-laughing, he nuzzles into York's neck, nipping lightly. "I'm saying go easy," he breathes, nudging back into his hand, just an encouraging little bump. "I'm on sort of a hair trigger here."

[ Talk? What is there to talk about? She glances up at his approach, the slant of her brow narrowing her eyes in anger. She has every reason to be, of course. They all have - now, even more so than usual.

It isn't right. ]

..I think I know now, how you felt then.

Edited 2014-12-26 19:21 (UTC)

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