"And I was trying to listen to him. Me. York. Obeying orders." Without question, without poking- well, without much poking. That should be indicative of a hell of a lot but no, here they are, yelling at each other. Or wash is Yelling and York is trying not to because what the fuck is the point of it- this is how everyone ended up DEAD in the project and while he's pretty damn sure that's not what's gonna happen here-
retreading old patters is fucking old.
And easy.
Way, way too easy. All the calming words from Delta in the world aren't enough to keep him from standing, hands slamming down on the table- in direct opposition to the sudden violence of the gesture his voice is low and tight. Clipped. "Fuck you. I cared about North. I cared about Connie. I even gave a shit about Maine up till he fucked up my eye. Just because I didn't have the patience to play babysitter and make nice with what I was pretty sure was gonna be just another fucking bodybag in a few months doesn't mean I didn't give a shit about anyone else."
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retreading old patters is fucking old.
And easy.
Way, way too easy. All the calming words from Delta in the world aren't enough to keep him from standing, hands slamming down on the table- in direct opposition to the sudden violence of the gesture his voice is low and tight. Clipped. "Fuck you. I cared about North. I cared about Connie. I even gave a shit about Maine up till he fucked up my eye. Just because I didn't have the patience to play babysitter and make nice with what I was pretty sure was gonna be just another fucking bodybag in a few months doesn't mean I didn't give a shit about anyone else."