[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]

York gave him a tired smile for his trouble, nodding. Sure, see how it went for Wash. With any luck, he'll get his, and everything will be fine. Carolina will wake up, this whole deal with Texas gets sorted, and they all go back to normal. "He's tough, he'll be fine." York flashed the other man a faint smile. "Stubborn as all hell. It's gotta do him some good, right?"

[jackoftrumps]

"You're sure you're thinking of the same Wash I am?" he replied with a wry chuckle. Sure, Wash could be stubborn, but he could also be naive and put his priorities in the silliest little minutia of following the rules instead of taking common sense into account. That sort of thing came with experience and with age and Wash was just a little bit short on both.

[agentdork]

York laughs, short and soft, and gives him a shrug. Sure, Wash isn't exactly painfully soldier minded but he can handle himself a little bit. Going with the option and mentality that Wash would be just fine vastly outweighed everything else. "Better than thinking about all the ways this could go wrong, huh," York pointed out, tone as tired as he is.

[jackoftrumps]

"Normally, I wouldn't be." He stopped and glanced at York before letting his head drop a bit with a small sigh, his lips quirked up with embarrassment. "I suppose I ought to get out of this armor and get myself some sleep, too. Seems like these long days are making a pessimist out of me."

[agentdork]

"Yeah, probably." York stood up, moving a little stiffly, but he circles around and curls his arm around North's shoulder with a heavy sigh, squeezing him tight for a moment. "Thanks. I mean it."

[jackoftrumps]

He can't really feel that, but the sentiment is there. He stands up to return the half-hug with a slap on the shoulder. "Let me know if you need me to take your place down here again. I don't have a problem with it."