"No, you're just trying to talk about shit. Which...is something we Freelancers don't do. And we all know how that ends." It's just Mal. It's MALCOLM and if he can ease up enough to talk about it to anyone, it's him. York takes a slow breath and scrubs a hand through his hair. "Yeah we...talked it out. I said a lot of shit that had been on my mind for fuck'n ever. Most of it wasn't kind. We hugged it out, mended our bridges, I went back out and hung with Delta for a bit before get'n him to bed. Guy was tired. And worried. I wasn't really...filtering anything through our feed at the time."