[ Some of that anger simmers and dissipates, and he falls silent for a time, listening to Wash as he speaks. He only knows what he's lived, and it's not the best example to go by, granted.
But the fear is there. He could hurt York, quite severely, and worst of all without intending to. ]
Would it be so terrible if we remained friends? If he could be unafraid for a time.
How long do you think that'll last? You're attracted to each other, you both know the feelings are mutual, and you're already very touchy-feely.
...which I'm pretty sure is mostly York's fault, but still. Better to cement it now, with mutual understanding, than pine for each other and fall in bed together the first time you both get drunk.
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But the fear is there. He could hurt York, quite severely, and worst of all without intending to. ]
Would it be so terrible if we remained friends? If he could be unafraid for a time.
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...which I'm pretty sure is mostly York's fault, but still. Better to cement it now, with mutual understanding, than pine for each other and fall in bed together the first time you both get drunk.
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[ Not entirely without incident, but. Alright. Wash has a decent point there.
There's the sound of Locus shifting, in lieu of talk. Thinking. ]
I can be here if he decides otherwise. Anything more and...
[ There are lines. Boundaries. He's learning. ]
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[He's pretty audibly joking - time shenanigans don't really count.]
[But Locus' next words are serious, and he takes them as such.]
Got it.
This is why it's my job to yell at him when he's being an idiot. It'll be yours once you master the fine art of telling York he's a jackass.
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Only he could be the judge of that.