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[Wash appears on the screen, grudgingly out of armour, his face drawn and pinched around the mouth. He looks exhausted, eyes sunken and dark with exhaustion. Arriving here is just one more thing that seems specifically designed to fuck up his life.]

My name is Ag- [No, he's not Agent Washington anymore is he? He's not with the UNSC. He's not with project Freelancer. He's not anything.] My name is Washington.

They said that- [He can't believe he's saying this. His life is a fucking joke and his death will probably be the punchline. Until then, he is stuck dealing with this shit. Assuming he hasn't snapped altogether. That's also a possibility.]

They said that I have been sucked in through some kind of bullshit dimension hopping. [Yes, his teeth are gritted as he says it.] I'm looking for anyone who knows what the UNSC is.

[It's not that he wants to find anyone from home. There's no-one he cares for left alive and even then... well, he tries not to think about them too much. But he just needs someone to remind him that that wasn't all fictional.]

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[Why this? Why now? He'd been getting better! Not great. He doesn't think he'll ever be great again. But better. Maybe Alpha knocked something loose in his head.]

You're dead. I already told her I'm not going this again.

[ Her? He could mean either Tex or Carolina, really, but it doesn't matter. At least Wash answered him, even if he thinks he's going crazy. And there's the guilt -- that he wasn't there for his friend after Epsilon drove him mad, that he brought down the Project without going back for Wash. He has so much to apologize for that he needs to do in person.

It isn't easy to confront his death again, like he has to do every time someone shows. York sets his jaw and breathes out, then nods. ]

Tex told me, yeah... but I'm not dead here. We all come from different times and I'm not dead yet. So get your ass down to the Ingress Complex and let me prove it.

Right, because that makes more sense than this being a hallucination. I'm probably dying on fucking Sidewinder and my brain is fucked up enough to make me imagine this.

Since when does the truth make the most sense? You're not imagining me.

[ It's hard, because this doesn't seem like the Wash he knew, and because he'd just been through this again with Carolina... but he's going to find his friend one way or another. He peers at the background of the video, trying to figure out where he is. ]

[He hasn't actually moved out of where they'd been letting him stay yet. He should find a place to stay. A job even, they'd said but he's not really good for anything except fighting.]

Wouldn't be the first time I did.

Wash, I'm flattered, but you need to pull it together.

You don't get to tell me that when I had to blow up your body but you're still here talking to me.

[ Well that's. Not easy to hear. It's not like he had family to be shipped home to anyway, but a little more respect than being blown to bits after the fact would have been nice. He'd always figured Tex saw fit to bury him -- apparently not. ]

I uh. [ He clears his throat. ] Are we making progress? I can't tell.

[Normally when he hallucinates or dreams, people act like nothing is wrong. Or they blame him. They don't usually act awkward.]

I don't know.

Look, I'm in the Ingress Complex housing, room 15. You can show up or not but we do need to talk. I'll track you down eventually.

And I've missed you, man.

...I'll think about it.

I-

[He swallows thickly at that, but he isn't sure what to say.]

Later.

[ York doesn't push, doesn't try to apologize now, doesn't try to keep Wash on the line. He just nods encouragingly. ]

Later.

[ He didn't have any plans that night anyway -- he'll be in his room as promised, only ducking out long enough to get dinner and when he does he buys for two. Just in case. ]

[It takes a while for him to make himself head down to where York had said he would be. Even then, he hovers for a while before knocking.]

[ York answers the door pretty quickly -- he's out of armor, in just a tank and jeans, a deliberate show of trust. No weapons immediately in sight. He takes Wash in for a moment, then one corner of his mouth tugs up into a half-smile. ]

Now how am I supposed to hug you in that?

[He almost walks away. He isn't sure what to expect and when the door opens and York is standing there, alive and breathing like it's any normal day on the MoI before it crashed and burned. It takes him a moment to drag himself back to the present.]

I don't usually let people hug me.

Let me know if I rank an exception anytime soon. Come on in. I've got enough dinner for both of us.

[ He steps back and swings the door wider, letting Wash get a good look at what he's walking into before he actually does. Since trust is obviously an issue here. ]

[Now he feels awkward. But the thought of taking off the armour in a place he doesn't know... it sets him on edge more than he already is. And then York offers food and that's even more unfamiliar.]

You didn't have to do that.

[He feels a flash of gratitude for York letting him see inside before he steps in to the apartment. He gives the whole room a cursory look over and only just holds himself back from going to check the other rooms. Instead he stands next to the door, back against the wall.]

And you didn't have to show.

[ He closes the door and crosses to the kitchenette, pulling down two plates. Even if Wash doesn't touch it, he's getting a plate made for him. ]

...how long has it been for you?

[He forces down a flash of panic when the door closes. He's wearing armour. York isn't. He has the advantage and maybe... maybe he doesn't mean badly.]

Three... Four? Years. Since the MoI.

I think.

,small>[Time sometimes gets a little fuzzy.]

[ York's intentionally being as harmless as he can manage, as well. ]

About that. I owe you an apology.

[Wash gives a startled tilt of his head.]

What?

I'm sorry I wasn't there when you woke up. That I didn't come back for you.

[The apology rather takes the wind from his sails. He's been angry for so long with no hope of resolution, and now that he can actually face one of the people he's angry at... York just apologises.

He's not really sure what to do with that.]

They locked me up. For months.

[ York can't read Wash's tone, or see his face to know how he's taking this. It makes it harder, somehow. ]

I know. I found out, I mean, since I was tapped into their intel, and I thought about going back a million times... but it was just me and D. I'm sorry. It's no excuse.

[He doesn't know what to do with this information. It's one thing to think that's probably what happened, at least in his better moments, but it's altogether different to hear it from York's mouth.

He grits his teeth, hands clenching for a moment.]

That's okay. I always knew I wasn't anyone's priority.

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