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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."

"Yeah, well, I had enough dead people in my head." A little bitterly. "I didn't want to have to actually see your face in that state, York. It was all I could do to keep it together when I was detonating your armor." And the nightmares after that had been hell.

But he'd gotten through it. Wash rubs a hand over his face.

"...Not that I'm not glad you're alive."

"I really didn't think they'd end up sending you, man. I mean, the last time I'd seen you..." York trails off, hesitant to go into that. Considering the last time he'd seen Wash had been...after Epsilon. And he just hadn't thought that at that time, Wash would have recovered.

But, apparently, he had. Given that he'd been the one to find the body, and all.

"...'M so sorry, Wash." Shaking his head, York runs a slightly awkward hand through his hair. This has definitely not been the reunion he's been fantasizing about, but...it's still better than not being back with Wash, he thinks. "But I damn well hope you're glad I'm alive. It'd be awfully rude to turn me away, don't'cha think?" He chances a smile again, one to go along with the...well, it's not really a joke, and it's not really teasing, either. Maybe some combination of the two, or something.

"It's done with, York, and it's not like it matters now." He sounds more tired tha not but he's bending to pick his helmet back even if he's not putting it on yet, his gaze lingering on York.

"...You've got a lot of time to make up for, and if you're coming back to base, we're kind of limited on space anyway so some of us have had to share.

You're in luck though. There's a vacancy in my room." Because he didn't sleep enough to really bother with it.

That's...not what he's been expecting. He figured there would be more...anger over it. But maybe it's been long enough that Wash has just...moved on?

Leaning over to collect his own helmet, mirroring Wash's actions since he's guessing that means they're leaving, York listens as he straightens back up. Hmm... Convenient vacancy in Wash's room? He's more than okay with that.

"Luck has always been on my side," he quips, taking a step or two closer to Wash. For a second, York just watches the other man's face, not sure if what he wants to do is really all that welcome yet, but... Sue him, it's been years and he fucking missed the guys. So yeah, leaning in, he tries to catch Wash's lips for a gentle kiss.

And honestly, he's kind of been waiting for that, and debating on going for it himself, but after the incident, it was more to see if York was even still interested given he'd gotten a taste of exactly what Wash had become.

Thanks to the Project.

Still, he's kissing back almost as soon as York's lips find his own and York tastes almost the same as he remembers. "...Guess that answers the next question." a little more quietly once they separate.

"...Do it again, York."

Ahh, thank god. Thank all the gods he doesn't believe in. It's actually amazing to have Wash with him again, and even better to know that it's still okay for him to do this. To kiss him. Because you're damn right he missed this, too.

A slight smirk quirks at York's lips at Wash's comment, and he doesn't move back away from the other man's face. He wants to go back in for another one, so it's good to hear that Wash wants it, too.

"Demanding. I like it." Half his lips still curled in a smirk, York moves back in through the small space between their faces to once again capture Wash's lips. And this time, he puts more pressure into it, tries to show Wash just how much he's missed him and that yeah, his interest in the guy has never waned, not even over all this time. It's grossly cheesy, but he doesn't really care all that much right now.

And it's like no time has passed even if it's only for the span of the kiss, Wash stepping closer if that's possible, his lips parting under York's as he kisses back.

"There's an abandoned village near here." Once the kiss is broken. "It's got some intact houses and it was clear when we flew over." Because if they went back to the base now, he'd have to field questions.

Ones he didn't want to answer.

Not yet.

"It's a bit of a hike."

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