[thisavrou] MID Messages & Mail

[infailtration]

"Hey, you've got York. Leave me one and I'll get back to you."

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[sightsset]

No, it's... it's not.

[North settles against the counter next to him, one eye closed for the pressure under it from the bag, and the other's gaze cast to the floor.]

... Some things came out in the argument we had. Things... I didn't know about. Haven't experienced.

[infailtration]

[ York has a sinking feeling that this is gonna be about South. Who he hasn't been terribly kind to since she arrived, honestly. He can't. He just... can't even look at her.

He sighs through his nose, decides to let North be the one to bring things up. He's not gonna guess and maybe dump more on the other man if he's wrong. ]

...you want to take this to my room?

[sightsset]

[North nods to him, assuming that if he's offering, Carolina's not there.

[The worst part is, he doesn't know about South's betrayal. He doesn't know about the circumstances surrounding either of their deaths. He just knows they happened, he assumes it was the Meta, and he knows he failed to keep his sister safe.]

[infailtration]

Come on. And keep that ice on.

[ York turns, leading North to the appropriate door in the suite. Inside it's tidy and clean, and there's a little potted plant on the nightstand -- Diana's touch. Nothing stands out as it being his and Carolina's room.

He closes the door behind North and gestures for him to sit down. The bed's comfy enough. ]

So what did Wash tell you?