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[Closed] Live free or die; and all I can ask is why

Characters: North and York

Date: Now

Location: York's residence

Situation: North has just arrived and is feeling lost and lonely since he's arrived without his AI, and doesn't quite remember what happened in his final moments before he was transported to Tu Vishan.

Warnings/Rating: None

[He wasn't familiar with the city, but luckily once he'd found his way out of his sector, he found that York's apartment wasn't far. This was definitely a different sort of area than the area where he'd been placed. He had kept an eye out for shops, since it seemed weird to arrive as a guest empty-handed, but then realized he'd left his juulan at home. He really was still suffering from the effects of waking up in the sea.

He had to content himself, in the end, with the fact that he'd arrived in a fairly timely manner, and he knocked on the door of what he hoped was the correct place.]

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Ah, man, c'mon, North.

[ It aches, seeing him like this-- he's one of the few people here that York knows has his back and there's nothing he can do to have it in return.

He shifts, placing his hand on North's shoulder, and just holds it there for the time being. ]

[ she reappears a few moments later with his beer and stands in front of him, one hand on her hip and the other pressing the drink into North's hand. ]

Here. Numbs the pain, at least for a little while.

[ or at least, it does for her. why else is she an alcoholic? ]

[ Just what the doctor ordered. He accepts it and tries not to be overly eager as he takes a long draft. After he tips the bottle back down there's several moments' pause before he turns his head slightly, looking at York from the corners of his eyes. ]

I'm sorry, man; I know I'm not myself.

[ Alcohol won't help much but it can help for now. York watches him wash it all down and grips his shoulder firmly. ]

No one can blame you.

Thank you. But I think we might save our next reunion for a time when I'm coping a little better.

Whenever works for you, man.

[ He doesn't want to make the other man uncomfortable, and doesn't want him to have to come be social when he's not feeling it. ]

I don't know what that is. I just don't want to burden you.

North.

[ York eases to his feet and stands in front of the other man, resting both hands on top of his shoulders, making sure he looks up. ]

Give it a rest, okay? You aren't burdenin' no one.

[ He nods after a moment, slowly. As he answers he almost seems self-deprecating. ]

It just started hitting me, all at once.

Yeah. [ He laughs, low and a little resigned, squeezing the other man's broader shoulders with a shake of his head. ] Yeah, it tends to do that, but it gets better. I swear.

[ He gestures between them. ]

I'm not used to this.

[ He's always the one everyone else leans on. And normally when he really needs someone, he's secretive about it until he can tell South. He and York had been good friends, before, of course, but York had never seen him like this, either. ]

[ He sends Kara a glance over North's shoulder, gesturing subtly to the couch with a little eyebrow raise, hoping the question is obvious. ]

Yeah, well, you've never had to be. You always got stuck with me n'Wash tripping all over ourselves and then South and Theta--

[ He's hit with a pang of longing so sharp that it aches for a moment, missing Delta all the more right then the more he talks about all of them. He doesn't even know how the others are-- and that's more sobering than anything else. York snags his drink to take a slow swig of it and sets it back down, his good eye focused on North's face. ]

I got your back, okay? S'only fair.

Mmh. [ He almost chuckles at the reminder of how Wash and York used to act. That was just the right way to put it. But the mention of South and Theta bring what he's dealing with back to the fore.

But what York says is true. He's shouldered other people's cares plenty of times. He shouldn't pull back when others are trying to help him. He was here at York's invitation, after all. ]

Yeah. That's fair. Definitely.

[ more than obvious.]

Friend of York's is a friend of mine, so I've got your back too. Why don't you stay here for a bit, Sasquatch, drink our booze and let me beat your ass in cards? Promise no pink tiaras.

She's right, North.

[ He gestures to the couch, frowning a little. ]

Why don't you crash on our couch for a while? The company'd be nice.

[ He swallows a protest about imposing, looking from one to the other and then smiling faintly, shaking his head resignedly. ]

You're too much, the two of you.

No, that's just her. She seriously made me wear a tiara.

[ He bumps his shoulder to North's when he settles back in, amused. ]

[ He smiles a restrained smile. ]

That sounds like a story.

You know I'm a sucker for a good bet, even when it's a bad idea.

[ York waves a hand with a little laugh. ]

Don't tell me you tried to bluff. [ because that was an automatic failure. ]

Let's just say she wasn't kiddin' when she said she was good at cards.

[ York scoots to his feet and heads for the kitchen. ]

Drink refill- you want one?

Sure. I could go for a nightcap.

[ He snags the bottle and pours three refills, topping off Kara's while he's at it, and brings it all back, setting them in front of their respective owners. ]

You gonna be okay?

[ It's an honest question, his tone low, concerned. ]

[ He nods, accepting the drink. ] I will. Just...later, sometime.

Yeah. No one's expecting it now.

[ He takes a sip of his, quiet. ]

;n;

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