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"Anytime, Drew." As long as he's here to offer comfort, he'll do it. As long as he's here to support Andrew? He'll do it. Until there's nothing left to offer.

North hauls himself up and York follows easily, hooking his arm around Andrew's waist to support- and to hold.

He leads the way out and down the stairs, keeping York close to his side until they necessarily have to disentangle. Duke is led to the back door and North steps out behind him to watch as the dog snuffles around the yard and decides where to take care of his business. As soon as York is back to his side after that he'll be grabbing back on again, the physical contact an anchoring and comforting element.

The puppy's getting big- soon they'll need to play with it more often or something to keep it active now that Theta's gone. For now Duke doesn't seem to notice but when he does? There will be dog crying. York hates dog crying, there's nothing more sad. Except maybe the odd moment where the wet patch on his shirt sticks to his skin, reminding him of North crying.

He keeps tucked close under Andrew's arm, nosing against his shoulder while they wait for Duke to do his business.

"I sent D a message about it earlier," he says after a long silence. "I know it wasn't right to do it over text but waiting wasn't right either."

"Better to have told him as soon as possible." Even if it was over text. He'll have to check in with D too- if that's still welcome.

He's not all that certain it is.

"That was my thought." Duke runs to the end of the yard, wanders back and forth a bit, and returns to him. By the way he circles the two of them, panting excitedly, he seems to be expecting the emergence of his ball. North scrubs a hand across his hair line before releasing York so he can find it. "Theta had him on a routine, that's for sure," he says. It isn't going to be long before the dog realizes Theta himself isn't around anymore. That's not going to be fun for the poor thing.

"Dogs and kids. They need a routine." He murmurs, leaning back against the doorframe as North hunts for the ball. He'll keep the door to his bedroom open in case Duke wants to curl up with him and Harry.

"We all do. We need for things not to go crazy every other day." He tosses the ball lightly, underhand, every time the dog comes back to him, knowing he's not throwing it as far as Theta normally does. He's hiding it but his composure is still only sort of being kept thinly and he hiccups a little trying to hold things together. "I keep thinking...if he'd been killed in the riots..." What a horrible thought, but it was a thought he'd been mulling. He's frowning deeply, looking like the face of melancholy. Could Theta really be suffering a fate worse than death, right now? Suffering without North's knowledge and without his ability to do anything about it? He feels his face trying to crumple again and he sets his mouth in a hard line, accepting the ball one more time from the dog and clenching his hands around it.

"We kept him safe. He's alive, North." Alive unless he got sent home then he's just gone. Alive unless they wanted to pick him apart to see how he worked.

No, a mind like theta' they'd wanna test. They'd want to understand. What kind of scientist would wanna kill that kid? Not a good one. Not a sane one. He hooks his arm around Andrew's waist and squeezes him tight, nosing into his shoulder.

"Alive, yeah, for them to take and screw around with," he says. By now he doesn't believe for a second that anyone gets sent home and he definitely, definitely doesn't believe anything good happens to those who get taken into custody. He's miserable. Miserable. He drops the ball and clenches his hand at York's waist. He doesn't want to cry again, not here outside.

Duke snuffles his way up to the ball and York flips it into his hand with his foot, tossing it out for him to chase. Give him and North a little time. "If you think about it you'll go crazy. You need to not. I know it's impossible and it won't ever get easier."

"Tell me you could manage not to think about it if you were me," he mutters.

"I had to. Last time you went missing. When Wash went missing. When Connie went missing. I've been here longer and seen you guys come and go more times than I can count so you know very well. That I manage as best that I can."

"I'm not inured to it yet," he says. "And it's Theta. I handled it when it was Wash, when it was Connie. But this is Theta."

"And next time it'll be Delta. It'll be me. It'll be Carolina. It's gonna keep happening." ANd there's no way to stop it. Not a single way.

"That's not helping, York." He bends his head. "Give me time."

"...I'm sorry." It just- he gets tired of being resigned sometimes. Now's not the time to take it out on North. "You want something to help you sleep?"

"That might be best." Though he's already arranged not to have to work tomorrow.

"Lemme get the chem cube. You can have my dose of sedative for the night." He'll be okay without it. He's managed to sleep on his own for the past few days, it shouldn't bug him too much tonight to not. "...I'll probably have to dial it up for you."

"Your dose'll be fine," he says. He doesn't want to be completely knocked out, he just needs the edge taken off. He turns this time when the dog comes back to open the door.

"Yeah. Yeah it should. I'll have to leave you for a sec to grab it- okay? Gimme five seconds. I'll be right back." He doesn't actually leave till North gives him the okay, though. It's easier to not.

"Okay." He lets York go in first and once they're inside he walks to the couch and lets the dog some sit up next to him. He scratches the dog's ears and puts an arm around the dog and nuzzles his face up against the dog's neck and oh god it's Theta's dog and Theta's gone and what is he going to do? His eyes close and he just sort of...remains there, breathing in the scent of dog and trying to remain numb to the sensation of crying.

York's not gone long, jogging up to fetch the cube and back and. If that's not a miserable image he doesn't know what is. A man and his not quite son's dog. After said son has gone.

THe shit is this place and why does it keep fucking with them?

He sets the chemcube on the table and keys up the sequence for the sedative, tucking himself along North's free side.

He lets his weight sag in York's direction, just a subtle shift in his posture, eyes still closed. "I fucked up," he mutters.

"Not your fault." Just. Not even going there. "Not even a little."

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