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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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[ B'aww, buddy. ]

...Yeah, not sure how to help with that one, I'm sorry.

[ He'd love it, but he's not sure South trusts him at all. She's never been one of his biggest fans, and they both know it. ]

No, no...I'm not expecting you to. It's all on her, really. She let me talk her into this much, at least.

[ York hesitates a moment, and swallows back what he wants to say, settling on something more PC. ]

Which reminds me. If you don't mind-- would be good to get one-on-one time to chat with you sometime.

[ He raises an eyebrow. He'd thought that was what they had been doing. ]

Something that's going to take more than a few minutes to talk about, I'm supposing.

[ York smiles thinly. ]

A few more, yeah.

[ He glances at the bathroom door. South's not liable to take a short, military-style shower under these circumstances. ]

Any hints on the topic?

[ He nods to the shower, giving North a Look. ]

[ And of course, just then, the shower shuts off and he's left without any comment to make. He just shrugs and shakes his head, gesturing with one hand. Later. ]

[ Yeah, later. York flops back onto the couch with a yawn, and nods at the shower. ]

You want it next?

If you don't mind.