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If they had their pick I'm prety sure they wouldn't have grabbed us. we're not exactly perfect little soldiers, you and me.

You're right, we're not. But we must have something they want, or we wouldn't be here.

How's Delta doing?

Adjusting. He knows what hungry and thirsty means now. Still doesn't like spicy. We're working on tired.

[Doesn't like spicy food? Poor Delta!] Not everyone can be perfect, I suppose.

Tired's a problem?

We don't exactly offer the best example of getting regular sleep in this house. He tries to stay up. Though it's usually a good indicator that the rest of us should conk out too.

You have a point. Then again, sounds like helping him establish one will be good for the rest of you. [not that she's any betterrrrrrr]

You guys need anything?

We're short on fresh fruit. Delta's been kicking me to eat better.

Any preferences?

Apples. Strawberries. Pineapple for Malcolm. Watermelon. Do they have watermelon here?

I'll find out. If they don't, I'll see what else I can get for you boys.

Thanks, Carolina, you're the best.

[ And she is, really. Handling everything better than he has been, he has to give her that much. ]

...we're still friends, right?

[there's a slight hesitation, before the faintest hint of self-deprecating humour is attempted.] Well, you know me, York. I do try.

[ And then a question that takes the wind from her sails, she's just not expecting it. He can't see how her expression fades, how she steels herself before answering. ]

..Yeah. [why would you think--] Of course we are.

You do more than try, Clair.

[ a beat. ]

Good. I- good. I just worry that I've fucked this up. I fuck a lot of stuff up and you're- you were always my closest friend during the project. Shit's different here and I know I haven't been as open as I used to- I'm just trying to get my head on straight but- come over for dinner, I guess? I got some shit to talk to you about. That...stuff I didn't want to bother you with before.

That.

[ There's an almost uncomfortable pause, before she lets out the breath she was holding. That she hadn't realised she was holding, at that. ]

No more than I have. [truly self-depreciating now] I know that I, haven't. Exactly been. Very good at this. At being friends. At being there when people needed me. But I am-- I want to be. So if you want to talk, then, we'll talk.

[ Dinner? She can do dinner. ]

When were you thinking?

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It wasn't easy for you, back then. It's not easy for you now. I don't blame you! I don't. It's just...your parents suck, Clair.

[ Understatement of the century there. ]

Um...gimme about five days? To clean up the house. You've been here but it's kind of a mess and I think it's starting to offend D- it'll also give us time to actually work on something we can cook instead of making Mal do everything.

Her taste in men aside, my mother was a good person. [mildly spoken - mostly because she won't ever acknowledge the shadow her father had made.]

[ Still.

She waits for that old flicker, that familiar flare of anger, that had once accompanied the thought of the Director. It doesn't come. Even as she's relieved that all there is left of that old emotion is ashes, she can't help but - feel a little wary. A little worried. She'd never talked to him about her parents.

Not that he's entirely wrong about one of them. ]

Sounds like a plan. Worst case scenario, I'm sure we can order in some takeout to make up for any kitchen disasters. I'll see you then.

See you then, Clair. I promise, it'll be a fun evening, talking aside. No drama. We both had our fill.

All right. I'll hold you to that.

See you later, Taylor.

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