[ All Carolinas are dangerous Carolinas - or so she'd once overheard someone say in the locker rooms long ago. Not entirely inaccurate, and York's caution isn't without due reason.
She does not flinch at the light contact with her arm, lets his hand settle on her shoulder. But the lines of tension do not fade around her mouth and eyes, remain present in the stiffness of her shoulders. She doesn't meet his gaze, staring instead at some distant point. ]
..Yeah.
Except in this case, we know there's only going to be one outcome.
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She does not flinch at the light contact with her arm, lets his hand settle on her shoulder. But the lines of tension do not fade around her mouth and eyes, remain present in the stiffness of her shoulders. She doesn't meet his gaze, staring instead at some distant point. ]
..Yeah.
Except in this case, we know there's only going to be one outcome.
[ Fist forms, tightens. ]