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Agent York | Taylor Murray ([personal profile] goddamngrenades) wrote 2014-05-07 08:23 pm (UTC)

[It's such a small thing. Two words. Two fucking words and he's half reeling while he paints it over with a smile and a shrug. 'We're not.' Ain't that the truth? They haven't been good for forever and they're not going to get any better anytime soon but for once, well. Actually it's nothing new that York wants to skip the hard parts. It's par the course.

Why wade through all that? Why talk and mope and torture each other with what happened? It's done. It's over. He forgives her- she'd done what she'd always done. What she thought was right while following orders. It's a decade that he hasn't known her and that's so damn long he's not sure how they still have this strange familiarity. Apparently she remembers all their unspoken cues just like he does, though for him it's only ever been a handful of years.

We're not. But we will be. Yet. He hates Yet. He hates Later- because there is no fucking later. Not for him. Not anymore. There's this dome and the life he's able to build here and he doesn't want to water it down with all that goddamn baggage.]


Can't we just- skip all that soul searching stuff and get right to the 'i love you man' drinking? [Light. Glib. So goddamn glib it's almost forced except for the part where it really is and she'll catch it because she always fucking catches it. It's not fair that he's the one walking blind here. He's always the one walking blind.] I mean. It's kind of exhausting and you don't get much sleep anyway.

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