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[ 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. ]

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[He sighs. He tries to avoid thinking about it too much, most of the time.] There was no way for us to know how it would go.

Not saying there was.

[ York flashes a quick smile, stretching up, the couch creaking. ]

'sides. Looks like it worked out okay in the end. Not perfect, but alright.

[North didn't think this was the end, not by a long shot, but York's optimism was always infectious. He returned the smile, relaxing into a bit of a slouch.]

I don't take a single day for granted, that's for sure. I figure one day they'll get their due. Then we won't have to worry about all this running.

[ Seeing North relaxed was a comfort all on its own. He knows that really, they gotta be realistic about things, but right now, he's got two of his friends back (or, well, will soon) and they're still safe for the time being. He and Delta have gotten pretty damn good at hiding themselves, so he's not too worried, at least not right now. ]

Who knows, maybe we'll keep dodgin' the bullet. Know I'd feel more comfortable with you havin' my back here, that's for damn sure.

[Right now he doesn't know how feasible sticking together will be, but it sure sounds appealing. Larger numbers could be a liability when it came to trying to remain unobserved, but it would certainly give them an advantage should the Project track them down.

He glances around and nods.]

Sure'll be nice to stay in a place with a roof for once.

[ It's not feasible in the long run, maybe, but right now, York's content enough doing it, because company is never a bad thing, in his mind. ]

I know the feelin'. D and I keep to wandering often enough that we don't always get a place.

Oh, yeah. All too familiar with that. Get me a roof and a hot meal and I feel like I'm living like a king.

[ That prompts a laugh out of him as he sits back a little, just looking at the other Freelancer. ]

Man. You seriously don't know how good it is t'see you.

[He chuckles and shakes his head slightly.] Probably at least half as good as it is for me to see you. [He knows it's not entirely a fair comparison, since he's had South for company, but considering the way things went down he knows it wouldn't have gone well for York had he gotten caught. Just knowing he's alive has put North in pretty good spirits.]

[ York snorts at that, amused as he grabs a datapad by the bed. ]

You want food, by the by? D and I ordered in earlier.

[ He smirks with a slight raise of his eyebrow. York did always strike him as a bit of a spendthrift. Who ordered in to a hotel room when he could barely afford to stay there? ] You offering to pay? I mean, I've got a little more than pocket lint, but I did just miss out on a job.

Don't stress.

[ York waves a hand easily, even with the non-visible eyeroll that he can feel from Delta. ]

D and I have income.

[ Odd jobs, things here and there, and okay, so maybe a little lifting and selling, and skimming on the side. ]

[ He laughs. It's impossible not to be happy with his friend here, especially since it's obvious the circumstances haven't changed him one bit. That's comforting. ] I'm not stressing anything. I'm just thinking I know better than you what feeding two can do to your budget.

We can manage it.

[ Not legally, not unless they got real jobs, settled down, and neither of them would probably go for that. ]

All right, well, I'm not going to sit here and try to talk you out of it. [ He'll still probably end up needing to scrounge up the money for South to eat something later, that's just the way things went, but he didn't mind taking advantage of York's generosity. North doesn't mean to deprive him of carrying out such a well-meant gesture. ]

[ York's more than willing to do whatever he can in these cases- more often than not he finds that he's not able to do anything, so doing something right now, well, it's a relief. ]

...I dunno if South'd get all pissed if you guessed what she'd wanna eat or not.

[ He laughs, he can't help it. He didn't realize the offer extended to her as well. ] I doubt she'll complain. [ He pauses; there should be little risk from a short use of the radio, and it really makes more sense than going out to meet her and leading her back. ] I'm going to go ahead and radio her the coords. It's not an emergency but she'll just be glad to hear she's getting dinner sooner.

You sure, man?

[ Sure, he doesn't always play it the most cautious, but he understands the lack of using the radio- it's safer, honestly, and he can appreciate that. ]

We'll hold off on that whole food thing, then.

[ No, he wasn't entirely sure about that idea, but a quick contact on the radio and her making her way solo would be less conspicuous than three of them wandering out and about together. ] Well, I'll say this, I definitely don't want to eat without her. Wouldn't be right, you know?

[ York's face lights up in an affectionate grin, shaking his head as he bumps against North's shoulder after standing and moving over to grab the water sitting off to the side, pouring himself a glass and taking a long drink. ]

Nah, North, I understand. I'm not too hungry, it's fine. Just lemme know what she says.

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Shouldn't take her too long to get here, this isn't that far from where we were planning to meet. [ He picks up his helmet, putting it back on and switching the radio to the frequency they had agreed on before splitting up earlier. He rarely needs to do use it, but he's glad they go to the precaution anyway. ] South, come in.

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[ Was he really radioing her? It wasn't long before they were scheduled to meet and it sure as hell didn't sound like an emergency. He had better have a damn good reason for using the radio now. ] You know I'm here, North. Why are you calling?

I ran into an old friend. I figured it makes more sense for you to meet us here than for us all to be spotted out walking around. [ He's downplaying the fact that he chose to use the radio. He's the one who's always harping on about how risky it is, and how it's only for emergencies, so he figures she'll say something, but it'll be better to hash that out in person. He sends her the coordinates of the hotel, along with the room number. ] And he's paying for dinner, so don't be long.

This better be worth it, North. [ Her tone contained no small amount of bitterness. He had been too vague for her to feel entirely comfortable with the situation, but he wasn't one to steer her wrong. She'd get to the hotel when she was able. ]

[ That was all that needed to be said and he shakes his head a little as he takes his helmet off. ] Yeah, she's not happy. She'll be fine, though. This'll be more comfortable than the last couple places we stayed.