Agent South Dakota

[ownperson]

● Agent South Dakota
fucking bullshit
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[infailtration]

"I'm just trying to help, South."

It's obviously not working, but he's trying.

[ownperson]

She bites the inside of her cheek and exhales, the kind of slow exhale of someone trying to keep themselves calm. But even she isn't sure if it's to keep herself from snapping or from cracking.

"Right," she says, her voice flat and balancing on the edge of steady. "Sure."

[infailtration]

Okay, so she clearly doesn't believe him. That's great. York isn't sure what else he could say or do at this point to get through to her or if he should just stop trying for now.

"Alright. Are you done working out?"

He keeps his word.

[ownperson]

She takes a moment to compose herself before she sighs and answers, "Yeah. Yeah I'm done."

She'd like to go a bit longer, usually, but the turn in the conversation has set her off kilter. The idea of keeping going with York standing around now feels like letting the guy poke around an open wound.

She chugs the last of her water and stretches out, wipes the sweat from her face. She feels much less pent-up than she did, she really did need this.

She even gives York another slightly begrudging, "Thanks," as she's winding down, even if she won't look at him.