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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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[Wash glances over at him.]

I wish mine were just mine.

Epsilon.

[ More specifically, Alpha's memories. Pain and torture. York closes his eyes, reminded again of his failure. ]

I'm sorry, Wash. We didn't know.

Yeah. He- he ditched a whole load of stuff into my head when he killed himself. I don't always remember who I am.

[ That sounds. York can't even imagine it, losing track of who you are like that. Having someone else's memories in your head. He rolls his head to the side to look at Wash. ]

Mostly at night, or all the time?

[If it was any other time, he wouldn't have said this, but he's still drowsy and not entirely convinced that this is real.]

When I wake up sometimes it can take a few moments. Sometimes I space out and forget. Sometimes I just remember stuff.

Is there anything I can do? Besides be here and real, talking to you?

I don't know. This is a first for me.

[No-one had really cared before. If they'd noticed, they'd tried to drug him or question him, neither of which had been pleasant.]

Guess I'll just do that, then. [ He bends up the arm closest to Wash, offering his hand to hold. ] Is it helping?

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[He stars at York's hand suspiciously for a moment, and he should bat it away. he's fine, he'll be fine, except he's still half expecting the room to melt away, like if he opens the door he'll be back in prison, or in the Freelancer medical centre waiting for them to come and stick needles into him again.

He takes the offered hand, curls his fingers so he can feel York's pulse.]

I guess.

I'll stay until you kick me out. And if you want to talk about it... again, I can't relate but I'll listen.

[ He grips Wash's hand reassuringly, thumb stroking against the side of Wash's. He's here, he's real, he's not going anywhere. ]

They'd sedate me if I seemed like I was getting too agitated. And if they did, the nightmares got worse. And I couldn't wake up.

That's not going to happen here. Not as long as I'm around.

[ His guilt is getting worse but so is his determination to protect Wash from anything like that ever again. ]

You can't protect me from the shit they put in my head.

No, I can't go back in time. But I can protect you from things like the way they treated you.

You don't need to. I'll just kill someone before that happens again.

...I know you can handle yourself. But I've got your back.

The last few people I thought had that stabbed me in it.

Yeah, I won't be doing that. [ He squeezes Wash's hand, curbing the impulse to pull him in. ] It's just not my thing.

How do you know I won't do the same to you?

I don't, for sure. But sometimes we've just gotta have faith.

[ A little squeeze to his hand and York's sitting back up. ]

...roll over, I'll get you back to sleep.

[Something that he is desperately short of.

He gives York a suspicious look.]

What are you going to do?

You're coiled up like a snake, I'm just gonna give you a massage.

Is this just an attempt to stealth hug me?

Nah, you made it pretty clear you don't want a hug. Which you can change your mind about, by the way. I'm not going anywhere.

I don't. Want a hug I mean.

Do I have to completely strip for a massage?

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