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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 doesn't bristle, but his eyes do swing up over to her as he polishes off half of his meal, and sips his soda, quiet. ]

You're not gonna believe me even if I said I did, but we did.

[ Both he and Delta. ]

[ She rolled her eyes. ] Whatever. [ If that was all he had to say for himself, then she'd ignore him and focus on her food. Until he said something that upset her, anyway. ]

[ In a way it's sort of too bad South is here with them, because this conversation had been going a lot easier before she'd arrived. He simply wasn't willing to set her out on her ear, though, no matter how much she seemed to be trying to prove she deserved it sometimes. He'd always looked out for her and he certainly didn't intend to stop now.

In any case he also wasn't willing to let her attitude change his mind. She was blinded by her own cynicism, and, well, maybe hearing them talk about their thought processes would help her release some of that. One could always hope.

He glances at his sister, then seeing that she was using her body posture to wall them off, proceeded to change his own to show he was more invested in the conversation with York, slightly angled toward him and better able to see his friend's face, and crossed his ankle over his other knee to better balance the plate in his lap. ]

D'you get a chance to, uh...talk to anyone, or did things fall apart too quick?

[ Obviously he's not talking about just 'anyone', but he wasn't sure how sensitive York would be to hearing Carolina's name, and he sure knew his sister wouldn't be thrilled to hear it. ]

Edited 2012-11-08 07:18 (UTC)

[ Oh.

Yeah, that's still a sore subject, years later. York hesitates a moment, poking at his food. It's been a while since he's had good stuff like this so he knows not to waste it, but god, talking about any of this doesn't exactly make him have an appetite. ]

Not long enough. Didn't work out that well for anyone involved, really.

It all happened pretty fast. [ He glances at South; it's starting to look like for all of their sakes it's just best to try move the conversation along to something more neutral. ]

Still, we're still around. That means there's hope.

[ He can't help the small, affectionate smile at North for saying that. Delta transmits the data equivalent of that to Theta, as York takes a long drink of his soda. ]

Captain Optimism, over here, huh.

Don't know how much hope that is. [She grumbled and kept her eyes on her food. She wasn't as optimistic as her brother.]

Just enough to keep pushing forward, if it has to be. [ He may be clinging to a positive viewpoint, but he's pragmatic about it. If they didn't have that, it'd be too easy to feel like giving up. ]

It's enough.

[ It has to be, because they're going to keep going no matter what. York leans back, and forces tension out of him with a sigh. ]

Barely. [She still wasn't sure why they were here besides the food. Her hands clench her silverware tightly as she eats and she watches York out of the corner of her eyes.]

[ He makes a small sound, just a catch in his throat, looking at her. It isn't meant to be a reproachful sound. It's just sort of...realizing that she's not planning to be okay with this. And if she insists on leaving, he's going to go along with that. Because how can he not? He's glad she's not looking at him when that resignation flashes across his face, though, because if she noticed, she would know, and she'd call things to a close right then. ]

[ He doesn't rise to the bait right now, instead polishing off a little more, before offering the plate to North with a wry look. ]

You wanna try?

[She wasn't okay with this, but she also wasn't about to run off by herself and sleeping in a real bed they didn't have to pay for was a nice thought. For now, she'd hold her silence and finish her meal.]

[ He'd sort of forgotten they were planning on switching plates and he makes a small 'hm' sound, swallowing the bite of food in his mouth and offering his own plate to York in return. ]

Thanks. I was just enjoying this so much I didn't even think.

[ He snags the other plate and reclines back, poking at it idly. ]

It's fine-- was it good?

Yeah, great stuff.

[ Of course, the fact that it was fresh and not an MRE was a huge bonus.

He ate the second course as eagerly as the first, drinking his soda and feeling pleasantly full afterward. ]

I'm not sure when the last time was we had so much to eat at once.

Too long ago. [ She spoke with a grumble and finished her meal. ] How long are we staying here?

[ He gives them both a worried look- South might not be his favorite Freelancer, or anything, but still. They both need to eat. ]

That'd be up to you guys.

[ He looks impressed with that offer, arching an eyebrow, then glancing at his sister. ]

I suppose we'll have to talk about that.

[ At that moment Theta projected his hologram to supply his own opinion. ]

I like it here. I like talking with Delta. I want to stay as long as we can./

Alone or right now? [ She ignored Theta for now. It chiming up was just another damn reminder of what she didn't get. ]

[ Yeah, that one's up to North. York gives Theta an affectionate little grin. ]

You and D can trade data or whatever you crazy kids do, all you want right now, but you probably oughta let North and South talk it out.

[ He turns to them, curious. ]

Would it help if I left the room and D and Theta could talk that way?

[ He didn't need to look at his sister to know the answer to that. ]

Letting us talk it out alone would be best. I'll have Theta notify Delta when we're done.

[ She nodded in agreement and watched York expectantly until he left the room as promised. ]

[ Delta hovers over his shoulder as he gives North and Theta a little wave and slips out the door, wondering if the coffee place is open. ]

[ Once the door closes he shrugs at her. ] You don't trust him.