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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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...you can't live that way, Wash. Passing on relationships just because they'll end.

[ C'mere. Come on. ]

Managed so far. Just watch me.

Why would you want to?

Safer. It's stupid to trust people.

[ York had enough trouble living cut off from everyone back when it was absolutely necessary, he can't imagine doing it by choice now, with his friends here. He just lies there quietly for awhile longer, keeps stroking Wash's back. He hopes Wash can come to trust him again anyway. ]

Sometimes you've gotta take the risk.

I did. It won't happen again. I don't need anyone, and people are better off without me.

I'm not. I'm glad you're here.

[He could tell him, tell him that he's the one who killed Delta, killed all of them, even the Alpha. That would make him understand, wouldn't it? Would make York finally snap and prove that Wash wasn't welcome.

The words are on his tongue but he- just let him have one night. He can leave in the morning.]

I'll be out of your way soon anyway.

You're not in my way, Wash. I could get us a bigger place if you don't like the couch, I'm not hurting for money.

[ Part of him knows Wash is going to leave no matter what he says or does, but. He'd like his friend to stay. ]

The couch is fine. I've slept in worse places.

I'm better off on my own.

You're not. You just... [ He reclaims his hand, scrubbing at his face, not sure how to put this. ] I can't promise you that nothing's ever going to go wrong again. But you don't have to isolate yourself to be safe.

[He misses York's hand when it's gone, but like hell he's going to ask to be touched again. He's already got too close.]

Just... just drop it, York. I don't like it. I don't like people. The less contact I have with them, the better.

Fuck that.

I'm not leaving you alone. Not now, not ever again.

[ He's already made that mistake. ]

You don't get to decide what's best for me.

No, but I get to decide what kind of friend I want to be now. I was a shitty one before.

You-

I'm gonna go back to sleep.

[ What? He was.

York's quiet when Wash says he's going back to sleep, then sighs softly, rolling back onto his side and draping his arm over Wash. Fine. Go to sleep, but he's gonna hold you. It helps. ]

[He tenses up a little when York lies down next to him and wraps an arm around him. It's not worth the fuss to get him to stop though. That's the only reason he lets him do it. Too much effort. He closes his eyes stubbornly and lies there in silence. York will get bored.]

[ Sure it is, Wash, sure it is.

York doesn't get bored, he just starts to nod off against Wash, leaning a little on him as he falls asleep. He's warm and real and grounding, at least. ]

[That... that is a little odd. It's not something that he's used to. It makes his chest ache though and even when York is asleep, he doesn't push him away. Eventually he ends up dozing off just like that.]

[ York is a cuddler even in his sleep, and it's been forever since had had a bedmate. Unless Wash has another nightmare they'll wake right how they fell asleep, York snuggled close. ]

[Wash sleeps better than he has for a long time. Not that he's ever going to admit it to anyone. Fuck that. He wakes up after a few hours anyway and starts to extricate himself.]

[ It's early, but definitely morning when Wash stirs. York wakes up as the other man slips out from under his arm, pulling away the support of his torso. He yawns and stretches, realizing that he slept... really well. Peacefully. They should make a habit of this. ]

Morning. Gimmie a minute and I'll make us some coffee.

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