AGENT WASHINGTON

[parannoyed]

● AGENT WASHINGTON
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[infailtration]

[ York's face scrunches in confusion. This doesn't make any sense to him. ]

Arrival is rough, but I remember all of mine. I don't see why you wouldn't.

[parannoyed]

You didn't come in with brain damage.

The Stuff supposedly fixed it. That seems like it could've been...messy at first.

[A good rationalization that he hopes York buys.]

[He doesn't buy it himself that the implant blocked things off, he knows there must be more to it. But he has to explore that himself, try to navigate everything in a way that lets him keep the implant, if possible to do so without screwing everyone else over.]

[And he doesn't trust anyone else enough to let them in, not even old friends. Not new friends he feels unexplainable trust towards either, like Tucker.]

[infailtration]

Yeah, I guess.

[ York seems reluctant to accept it, but does as he rakes a hand through his hair worriedly. He doesn't know what's going on with his friend and that freaks him out as much as witnessing the weird attack Wash just had. ]

Want me to grab you some water or something?

[parannoyed]

[Wash nods his head, still dabbing at his nose. The bleeding is mostly stopped but he doesn't want to get blood all over the place.]

Thanks.

[When York gets up to do it, he just looks ahead, thoughtful.]

[A little lost.]

[infailtration]

[ York crosses the room to the water cooler by the door, getting Wash a cup of it while he sits and recovers. He doesn't miss that look as he offers the water. ]

What are you thinking about?

[parannoyed]

Thanks.

[He takes the water.]

It's nothing.

[He guzzles the water down and gets up.]

I'm going to go clean up. Thanks for...

Thanks.

[He doesn't want York to keep digging and prying and fussing because he'll be tempted to actually let him in.]

I feel a lot better.

[He's saying it so York won't worry but that doesn't make it untrue.]

[infailtration]

Okay.

[ He's a little skeptical about the 'nothing' but at least Wash is feeling better. He looks and sounds better, excepting the blood on his face and knuckles. ]

I'm glad. Be sure to wrap your hands.

[ But as Wash turns away: ]

Wash, wait, if you... if this happens again you'll let me know, right? We can figure this out.

[parannoyed]

...Sure.

[He's lying.]

[But he's been doing a lot of that lately.]

[And he's not likely to stop anytime soon.]

[He leaves it at that, walking away, trying to feel less guilty over what he's hiding.]