[Post Carolina-Tex match]

[jackoftrumps]

It had been a little while since his conversation with Agent Texas. He'd been given a few things to think about. He wasn't ready to go talk to his sister about her little request, but he had gone down to the common area to take off his helmet and his gauntlets and brew up some coffee. He had a feeling he would find York in exactly the same spot when he returned.

He was pretty sure he remembered how York liked his coffee. He prepared a couple of mugs and entered the recovery room quietly, setting the mugs down to pull up another chair before giving York a good nudge on the shoulder to wake him up. "Hey, man."

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[agentdork]

[ He and Delta have been on the run for a few years now- long enough for him to get used to it, long enough for him to grow resigned that maybe it's just them, maybe things didn't turn out exactly like he'd wanted. They're still alive, though, and he tells himself that's something. That's something to look forward to. For the longest time, it is. It's just the two of them, just he and Delta and every so often they stop on a planet for a longer period of time, just to get around, meet some people.

Delta insists on it, anymore, after watching York fall into a depressive slump, and he insists on them stopping every so often, on York getting real, human contact, going out to dinner, doing something to take care of himself.

It's how they hear rumors of people passing through the outskirts of town-- purple armor. York takes note of it, has Delta check the radios and the comms once they're holed up in a hotel for the week, and after getting an idea of where they might be, he goes looking, hopeful. ]