goneawaycomms | Agent South Dakota

Never... never felt like I was changing, I thought...

[ It's so much harder to see a change in yourself, especially as it happens, especially when that change is something no one else seemed to realise was a sign something was wrong. She was always the person causing problems, not a person with a problem. Not a person who needed help to stop going down a path she couldn't find a way off. ]

Look, you've always been abrasive, strong-willed...maybe a little selfish...but asking for an AI just in case the host died? That wasn't you. Never. I hardly believed it when I was told.

[ She flinches again as he lays it out flat, aloud, but it... helps, actually, and she nods. Exhales. ]

I remember— remember feeling like it was what I was owed. [ she pulls a face, she knows how it sounds and she knows it was downright callous ] Fuck. Fuck.

[ She curls in on herself, just a little. What did they do to her? ]

[ He frowns slightly, giving her shoulders another little rub. ]

Maybe you were. Because they'd been withholding it for so long. But you weren't that opportunistic before they did what they did. You did think of others.

[ Some of this might also have to do with CT leaving, but he doesn't say that. He wonders, though. It all seemed to be part of a slippery slope that she found herself on with nothing to hold onto—nothing but him, anyway. ]

[ She squeezes his wrists again. ]

S'like they knew just how to get under my fucking skin, how to... how to fuck me up.

[ She can see it, now; parts of it, anyway. Has been able to, on some level, ever since Delta told her about the experiment in the first place, but it's getting clearer. And it had been so easy for them; towards the end she was detached from everyone, pushed to the fringes. Barely ranking within the squad from all the demotions. North occupied with Theta. CT gone. ]

They did, South. They knew everything about you, remember? And you think that they weren't willing to use that to their advantage?

[ Hell, they'd even done it with Carolina, of all people. ]

Please, just...think about it, at least.

[ They strayed so long ago from the original topic that he might need to remind her what it is. ]

Giving Delta back, I mean. York misses him, so much.

[ She nods, a little, face all twisted up at the uncomfortable thought of just how much they knew, just how much they had to use against them.

And the twisting resolves into a little frown. ]

I— I wasn't trying to deflect. I swear. I just fuckin—

[ Inhale, exhale. ]

It's okay.

[ He removes his hands from her shoulders, just enough to wrap his arms around her. God, this place has them hugging a lot. ]

Just think about it. Promise me you will.

[ She wraps her arms around him in turn and presses her face into his shoulder. No more tears, even if it may still be a little damp from when she was crying. ]

I— okay. I-I'll... I'll think. Promise.

[ Fuck. Her fists ball in his shirt again. ]

[ He murmurs his response near her ear, rubbing her back. ]

Good. Thank you.

[ It won't come easy to her, but she'll think. She's promised him, so she'll think.

She doesn't let go. Closes her eyes and just breathes, for a long minute, trying to compose herself a little, but it's tough. Tougher than usual. So she clings to her brother because he's there, and he listened, and he understood, this time. Mostly, anyway. ]

...stay— stay in our room like, once a week, maybe? Not if you don't want to, just...

[ She fights not to try and backpedal like her instinct is to do, but can't finish the sentence, either. ]

[ He allows her to cling, figuring it's healthy and cleansing, something she needs right now. ]

Absolutely. I will.

[ She deflates a little with a relief she'd never admit to. ]

Okay. Just gets so... s'just quiet, in there. Y'know.

[ Empty. Lonely. ]

[ He pulls back to look her in the eye. ]

You want more than one night a week? Because that's okay, Nat.

I'm not gonna keep you from fuckin' spending the nights with your boyfriend. I'm a big girl, Drew, I can handle it.

[ She thinks. Not her smoothest deflection. It wouldn't be so bad if most of her days weren't just as empty as the nights. ]

[ He tucks a lock of her hair back behind her ear. ]

You wouldn't be. He'll understand.

[ She gives him a little bit of a look at that, a 'you sure about that?', but doesn't put it in words.

She looks aside, for a second, teeth worrying at her lip. ]

Maybe a couple nights, I guess. But I mean it, I don't... you're lucky, you should get the time with him you can get. S'not like I'm going anywhere.

[ He chuckles softly. ]

All right. But him and me, we are together all the time anyway. I mean, that's how this whole thing came to fruition, right?

Right. I know. S'like I said, you spend more time with him than me these days and that's fine, before you think that's a cry for help too.

[ It's not sharp at all, just teasing.

It is fine. North's happy. He has York back and they're closer than ever and that's good. He got lucky. Sometimes, she just wishes she hadn't gotten so unlucky, herself. ]

[ He gives her a little punch on the shoulder, then pulls the rest of the way back and stands. His knees were starting to hurt. He goes and sits back down on the chair. ]

Well, we can have sleepovers whenever you feel you need one. It's all good.

Edited 2021-02-12 20:48 (UTC)

[ She snorts softly, teases again: ]

Demoted to sleepover status. You wound me.

[ She rubs at her face, all too conscious of the mess she looks after all the crying. ]

[ He laughs aloud. ]

Well, technically it's still my room, too.

[ She manages a proper smile at his laugh, kicks him in the shin. ]

Technically. Had it first and everything.

[ He kicks back, but not very effectually. ]

Makes it doubly mine. You better not trash it.

[ She snickers. ]

I'll try. No promises.

[ She flashes him a stupid grin that mellows out into a more subdued smile, and she offers him her hand. ]

All that... stuff, I said. I just want you to know it's... I don't hate you. There was a long while where everything they did made me think I did, I think, but... I don't. It's not that I don't wanna be fuckin' associated with you, I just...

I just wish people saw... me, sometimes. Not... me in relation to you. I don't know if that makes sense.

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