[ North isn't in the Up on accident today. He's got various errands to run but the thing at the top of his list is tracking down Wash and talking to him about the memory he saw. He's concerned about Wash's well-being, even though he knows it's been some time since the implantation of Epsilon messed with his head.
He approaches Wash's door and knocks. He doesn't know if Wash is home, but he also didn't know if he'd get any kind of response if he texted first. ]
[ he would've gotten a response, but definitely some dodging around actually seeing him in person. showing up is probably the best way. he doesn't exactly get visitors, though, and hearing the knock at the door he's wary, uncertain. he's half-convinced it'll be someone he knew or pissed off or something during their fake-lives, showing up to confront him or talk or something else.
what he actually gets isn't far from that, but he's still surprised when he opens the door. wash clearly looks -- tired, like he's been getting even less sleep than he usually does, but he's friendly enough if a little uncertain. ]
A -- [ andrew. he almost says andrew. but he catches it quickly enough. ] -- North. Hey.
[ uhh. was he maybe looking for south? awkward pause, before he steps back, gestures him inside. ]
[ he's not going to. memories of their fake-lives are still there, and he's still having trouble pulling them apart from reality. being familiar enough with anja -- with south -- to have used their first names was part of that. more importantly, though, north's here for a reason, and. he might have a slight inkling of why. thanks anja. south. ]
I just wanted to check on you. I know a lot has happened to you, and the city decided to show me some of that. I wondered if you maybe would want to talk about it.
[ its years and years of practice that keeps his immediate response from being too obvious, too sudden. it's there, though -- his arms folding loosely across his chest save for the noticeable tension in his shoulders, a certain sharpening to his expression. with anyone else, he'd simply turn them away, and harshly. with north, with the freelancers, it's. different.
he sighs after a moment, turning away, but it's just to break eye contact instead of actually ending the conversation. ]
You know this isn't something I'm given to talk about much, right.
I don't like that you saw it. I don't like that anyone did. Talking about that isn't really going to help that.
[ it comes out a little sharper than he means it to be. that he's even willing to answer that much at all other than a flat "no" is a sign of his own progress, and of his genuine trust in north, but. still a sore topic. he sighs again, rubbing a hand over his face. ]
[ wash trails after him a little awkwardly, hanging back just to close the door. it's a little strange interacting with any of them that aren't carolina -- north, york. people he knew so well and yet so much has happened. and then the mess of the dreams, that one week . . . talking it out is probably the right thing to do. doesn't really change that he doesn't entirely want to.
he sighs, kneading a hand over his temples for a moment before he moves to sit down next to him on the couch. ]
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He approaches Wash's door and knocks. He doesn't know if Wash is home, but he also didn't know if he'd get any kind of response if he texted first. ]
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what he actually gets isn't far from that, but he's still surprised when he opens the door. wash clearly looks -- tired, like he's been getting even less sleep than he usually does, but he's friendly enough if a little uncertain. ]
A -- [ andrew. he almost says andrew. but he catches it quickly enough. ] -- North. Hey.
[ uhh. was he maybe looking for south? awkward pause, before he steps back, gestures him inside. ]
This just a social call?
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[ He steps inside and turns back to regard Wash. ]
You can call me Andrew if you want, by the way.
[ He doesn't really know why Wash almost slipped that way, but it's not a big deal to him. ]
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[ he's not going to. memories of their fake-lives are still there, and he's still having trouble pulling them apart from reality. being familiar enough with anja -- with south -- to have used their first names was part of that. more importantly, though, north's here for a reason, and. he might have a slight inkling of why. thanks anja. south. ]
What's going on?
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[ He adds, almost as an afterthought: ]
And if not, that's okay, too.
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he sighs after a moment, turning away, but it's just to break eye contact instead of actually ending the conversation. ]
You know this isn't something I'm given to talk about much, right.
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[ He tilts his head with concern. ]
Wash, we can just sit and talk for a while. Doesn't have to be about that.
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[ it comes out a little sharper than he means it to be. that he's even willing to answer that much at all other than a flat "no" is a sign of his own progress, and of his genuine trust in north, but. still a sore topic. he sighs again, rubbing a hand over his face. ]
What d'you want to talk about, then?
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[ He goes over to the couch to lead the way. ]
I thought we might talk about what happened when we were all out of our minds and thought we belonged here, too.
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he sighs, kneading a hand over his temples for a moment before he moves to sit down next to him on the couch. ]
It was a pretty shitty week.
-- You got out of it okay?