When he feels Wash starting to move some more, York reluctantly pulls his hands back to himself--for now, he tells himself. Finding his good eye met with Wash's gaze, York's about to ask him if he's feeling better, but then--...Then that question comes, and he's getting the feeling that Wash is settling back in to normal.
Yeah. Uh. He knows he deserves getting shit, and everything, but he'd been kind of hoping for a bit of happiness and affection before they got into it. Apparently, that's not happening.
"It's complicated. You didn't check who was inside the armour, though. I'm guessing, anyway, since then you'd have know that wasn't actually me." York answers, just being as honest as he can while also trying to appear as guilty as he feels. Because he really does feel like shit for having to pull that. "Long story short? I grabbed one of the other dead solders and had D make it look like the armour was the right colour."
That's another thing he regrets. Delta. But he'd needed to drop off the grid, he had to be dead, so...leaving him with that dead body was the only thing he could do, really. Even if he hated it.
"I'm sorry, Wash. I really am." He apologizes again, holding his hands out a little from his sides, almost like in a shrug but in more of a 'what do you want me to say' type of gesture. "It's not the way I wanted things to go."
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Yeah. Uh. He knows he deserves getting shit, and everything, but he'd been kind of hoping for a bit of happiness and affection before they got into it. Apparently, that's not happening.
"It's complicated. You didn't check who was inside the armour, though. I'm guessing, anyway, since then you'd have know that wasn't actually me." York answers, just being as honest as he can while also trying to appear as guilty as he feels. Because he really does feel like shit for having to pull that. "Long story short? I grabbed one of the other dead solders and had D make it look like the armour was the right colour."
That's another thing he regrets. Delta. But he'd needed to drop off the grid, he had to be dead, so...leaving him with that dead body was the only thing he could do, really. Even if he hated it.
"I'm sorry, Wash. I really am." He apologizes again, holding his hands out a little from his sides, almost like in a shrug but in more of a 'what do you want me to say' type of gesture. "It's not the way I wanted things to go."