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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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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?

[ He'd make a snarky comment about nudity but senses neither of them is actually in the mood for it. ]

You don't have to take anything off, if you don't want to.

[Wash hesitates for a moment before he slides a hand down the back of the bodysuit and peels it down to his waist. That's about as far as he's willing to go and even that's a stretch. There's new scars, including the ugly one where South had shot him.]

Alright.

We've gotta get you regular clothes to sleep in. I should've asked if you wanted to borrow something until then? [ He'd figured Wash would strip off the suit... he'd been wrong. For now he lets go of Wash's hand and motions for him to lie down so he can get on top of him and start working. ]

I've slept in this plenty. It's fine.

[Too vulnerable without it. At least it offers some protection.]

Okay.

[ York straddles Wash's hips and braces himself with his hands on Wash's shoulders, feeling how tense he is. He doesn't comment on that, or the scars, just starts to knead the tension away as gently as he can at first. ]

Let me know if this hurts.

[He's one big knot of tension really. And it makes it hard to lie down comfortably or relax. It hurts and he tenses up more when York straddles him. For a moment he remembers being held down, but he forces it away as York's hands rest on his shoulders and lets the warmth seep into him.]

[ York is patient and thorough, slowly adding more pressure and working his way down Wash's back. Focusing on each knot in turn. His hands are warm and strong and he won't quit until Wash loosens up at least a little. ]

[It hurts a little, but it's the same kind of deep ache that he'd got from a really good workout, the kind you only get when you know something is working. Despite everything, he can't help but relax bit by bit as York works him over, digging deep into the muscle and tissue and loosening the knots of tension that have been there so long that Wash had forgotten about them until now. A soft whimper escapes him and he presses his face against the pillow to stifle it.]

You're good at this.

I definitely used to be. Guess it's like riding a bike.

[ He doesn't comment on the little sounds Wash is making besides to pay more attention to those spots, going over his friend's back again once he reaches Wash's hips to make sure he didn't miss anything. That Wash is really relaxing. It's been a really long time since he had contact like this and finds it makes him feel better too, the act itself of leaving someone in a better state than they were before he touched them. ]

It's okay?

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