[ 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 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?