[ He can't sneak out like this, but he knows better than to do that, anyway. They'd see him, they'd hear him. They'd do something and-- he can't keep doing this to them. He knows how stressful it was for them when Wash was unstable and he can't fathom them dealing with him doing this.
York kisses the nape of her neck, gentle, just nodding mutely.
He loves them both, but he loves Delta too, and he can't-- just sitting there doesn't sit right. It just doesn't. ]
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York kisses the nape of her neck, gentle, just nodding mutely.
He loves them both, but he loves Delta too, and he can't-- just sitting there doesn't sit right. It just doesn't. ]