[ The names and titles are unfamiliar but York can figure it out from context. He hums, thinking that North must've been pretty at home as lieutenant. And on the good side for once, as far as he can tell. ]
Yup. Our squad colors were purple and black. I really wish I could have done that for longer.
[ It's said with a bald wistfulness that he didn't mean to let slip into his tone. He clears his throat. ]
Then the Ravani assigned me to work with Maine to guard the construction site to the port out of the Dome. That was harder. Wrath always told me not to let it bother me, since it wasn't the same Maine that killed me, but...
[ He's been continuously running his hand along York's skin, anywhere he isn't bruised, but now his hand slows. ]
Wrath and Maine were really close. They lived together.
[ Not that he'd ever been York's favorite person, but there's a distinction to make. The Meta wasn't their teammate. Maine wouldn't have hurt any of them on purpose. Not Carolina, for sure, and the Meta threw her off a cliff.
...he doesn't want to talk about this, to think about this, but he doesn't say anything to that effect. Maybe North needs to get it out. ]
[ It seems like North misses it, like that felt like his second chance and this is a step down from the world that he knew. He gives another squeeze. ]
Sounds like they'll be okay. Like you helped make things better for them.
[ Good. North remains in that position until he can feel that he's about to drop off, then rolls onto his back and lets himself drop off. He doesn't want to hurt York in his sleep. ]
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Envy, huh?
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[ It's said with a bald wistfulness that he didn't mean to let slip into his tone. He clears his throat. ]
Then the Ravani assigned me to work with Maine to guard the construction site to the port out of the Dome. That was harder. Wrath always told me not to let it bother me, since it wasn't the same Maine that killed me, but...
[ He's been continuously running his hand along York's skin, anywhere he isn't bruised, but now his hand slows. ]
Wrath and Maine were really close. They lived together.
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[ Not that he'd ever been York's favorite person, but there's a distinction to make. The Meta wasn't their teammate. Maine wouldn't have hurt any of them on purpose. Not Carolina, for sure, and the Meta threw her off a cliff.
...he doesn't want to talk about this, to think about this, but he doesn't say anything to that effect. Maybe North needs to get it out. ]
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It was...it was his armor. I know it wasn't him. But I couldn't be around him wearing that helmet.
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Anyway, we were working on that when I ended up here.
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Sounds like they'll be okay. Like you helped make things better for them.
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[ He moves his hand to encircle York's chest with his arm. ]
This okay?
[ He hasn't rested his arm fully down, waiting to see whether York can handle the weight. ]
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[ He nudges that arm down onto his waist -- his ribs aren't broken but they ache and that just seems safer. ]
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I can keep talking if you need it to fall asleep.
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[ He lets a good long period of silence go by, not feeling sleepy in the least, but happy to let York fall asleep, if he can. ]
You out?
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