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[York lifts his hand in a kind of wave to Washington, before setting off to get to the lounge. There's an announcement overhead, though.]
'Agent New York report immediately to the lab, full armor.'
[York's brow furrowed.
The lab?
Well, if he was being called, he didn't have a choice but to go.
So, he ran down to his room to quickly grab his suit and pull it on before dashing out and going to the lab to see what he was needed for.]

[An... AI? Named Delta. Who was carved from and filled with logic. When asked his thoughts on it, York just stared into space for a moment.]
It's... weird. There's gonna be someone else inside my head?
[York was then told it wasn't really a person, but there would indeed be a new voice and presence residing in his mind, able to offer advice and even strengthen the enhancements in his armor.
Even though it would be helpful, it was still weird. York wasn't quite warming up to this idea. But he didn't really have a choice. Who knows? Maybe it would be fun.]

[It didn't take long at all, and soon there was a glowing green light at his face. The left side of his face, near his bad eye. He had to turn his head to look at the little holographic suit of armor.]
So, you're Delta, huh?
I am. And you are Agent New York. Position two on the leader-boards. You are an infiltration specialist, and you enjoy picking the locks presented to you.
I prefer the term 'breaking and entering'.
[Yea. This was definitely weird. There was... a whole new being in his head, sorting through his thoughts and filing them. York felt like he was being violated. Which, he kind of was. Right? Did it count if it was a computer program doing it?]

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[York waits for a response that never comes.
He doesn't like it.
Okay, he likes the kissing, he just doesn't like that Wash is refusing.
York doesn't want to just be someone that Wash just agrees to kiss when he feels like it. He wants to be someone Wash kisses because he wants to.
So, this current kiss doesn't last long, and soon York is moving away again, once again leaning over to whisper in the other man's ear.]

Be my boyfriend.

[Dude, he wants to kiss you, he just knows that he shouldn't. Also, you're not letting him now.

Wash isn't pleased when again, York pulls away from the kiss and again whispers into his ear. A frustrated huff escapes through his nose and he peels his eyes open again. He's tired of York trying to convince him, he's already said no because they can't. He'd almost regret agreeing to this "one more" kiss if it hadn't been so good and...he wasn't considering it over yet. He just wants a little more, but York keeps ruining it. So he's kind of preparing himself for drastic measures.]

I can't. [Again, he tries to make it firm, and again he sounds regretful that he has to keep saying no. Then, after a moment's hesitation (but he really wants York to just stop with this for now (and ever)), he moves forward just a little and places his lips to York's ear and...surprises himself in going so far as to actually nibble on it. He doesn't really consider how this won't make his case easier, he's just acting on instinct here still.]

[York's ready for the rejection - even though he'd been hoping it wouldn't come - and is even thinking of just asking Wash to leave, because he doesn't know how long he can keep this up.

...But then there's lips on his ear, and a shudder runs up his body.
His eyes close a little tighter, and he tilts his head a little to get more into it.
He brings his back from around Wash's back, and just drapes them over his shoulders, burying his head between his elbow and Wash's neck (but trying not to let contact break between Wash's mouth and his ear) as if trying to hide, because he doesn't know what to do anymore.
He just doesn't know.]

[Wash takes the shudder as a good sign, he guesses. Hey, if it means York likes it and it's going to shut him up for a few minutes, then fine. He'll keep going. He's disappointed that it hasn't (yet) led to more kissing, and he grows just a little confused when York leans against him, hiding his face. But he doesn't stop, he just keeps working at York's ear, pausing only for the few seconds it takes him to speak.]

I'm sorry.

[York clenches his jaw and just shakes his head, bringing his other arm around to grab a fistful of Wash's shirt.
Because, really, it's not Wash's fault - it's his.
York was the one who started this, who probably made their whole friendship really awkward now, and Wash is the one who just doesn't want to get into trouble.]
Don't be.
[He says quietly, still keeping his head buried between his arm and Wash's neck.]

[When York shakes his head and Wash feels a fist trying to be made in his bodysuit, he realizes that maybe his mouth on York's ear isn't the greatest idea. But he doesn't want to be done because then that's it and he still wants this even if they can't. So he moves up and instead just kisses lightly at the side of York's head. Not exactly friend behaviour, but they'd very nearly been making out before. This...wasn't as weird as that, right? And even if York is telling him to not be sorry, he is. Both for turning York down, and for having to turn York down. But he doesn't say anything about it, just leaves it be and presses a few more kisses to York's head.]

[The kisses feel good, and York takes in a deep breath. Maybe he can just pretend in these short moments that they're together.
...That makes him sound pathetic.
But it's better than nothing.
York runs a hand down the smooth material of Wash's under-armor, before tracing his hand back up again and just placing it on his shoulder. He moves his head back, and looks down the small way into Wash's face.
He let's out a soft sigh before going in for another kiss, still not done with that. He takes in a breath as their lips connect, letting it back out through his nose.]

[Wash doesn't mind as he feels York's hand moving, and still his own at at York's sides. He knows they should just stop, that the more they keep doing this here, the more they're both going to want it to continue, the more difficult it's going to be when he has to leave the room and they have to remain just friends. But that thought slips from his mind entirely when York moves his head and looks down at him. Wash stares up for the few moments, his expression taking an apologetic turn when he hears the sigh. Then, York is leaning in again and their kissing again and he lets his eyes close once more. He responds to the kiss and focuses on it entirely because he wants to make the most of this.]

[At first the kiss is soft, but over time York starts to press in closer.
The hand still hanging over Wash's shoulder moves back, and goes to his own side to take one of Wash's. He lifts it between them, shoulder height, and intertwines their fingers, even though it's a little difficult through the gloves.
...Maybe he is pathetic.
But if this is the last time they're going to do this, he's not going to care how pathetic he seems to be.]

[In the kiss, Wash follows York's lead, starting out soft and adding pressure whenever he does. He's definitely surprised when York takes his hand, though he doesn't pull it back. It's kind of weird, he has to admit, and only gets weirder when York meshes their fingers together. But you know what? It's not bad. Kind of nice, even. And if York wants to, since this is the only time it's ever going to be allowed, he'll let him do it. Wash is open to it, just this once.]

[Aaaaand that's when York practically hears years of friendship going down the drain. His eyes shoot open and he forces himself to pull back, taking a few heavy breaths that catch here and there. Their hands are still together, but when York realizes this he lets Wash go. He walks around to get to the bed, reaching over to grab Wash's helmet and hold it out to him.
The pain of the rejection is seeping in, and York doesn't think he can lose his best friend just because he wants to date the guy.]

I'm sorry, Wash.

[When York moves back very suddenly, Wash blinks his eyes open and stares across at him. ...He looks freaked. Wash doesn't understand why, he was the one that suggested it, the one that initiated that last kiss. Then his hand is dropped and he's watching York move over to the bed and grab his helmet. Wash stares down at it as it's held out to him, then looks up as York apologizes.]

No, I--

[He starts to say that he's sorry, that it's not York's fault, it's kind of both of theirs, but he realizes it's just easier if he grabs his things and goes. So, with a nod, Wash reaches out and takes his helmet, then leans down to grab his chestpiece. He pulls it on quickly, and a little awkwardly with just one free hand, and clasps it. He doesn't bother getting it on properly, there's no point, and he's trying to hurry. Once it's on so it at least doesn't look like he's leaving York's room after anything has been removed, he heads toward the door, pulling his helmet on over his head as he walks.
Just...hopefully they haven't fucked things up with each other too badly now.]

[York sits himself down on the edge of his bed, placing his elbows on his knees and his face in his palms. He then moves his hands down to his cheeks, staring at the place he and Wash just stood.
He lets out another heavy sigh, and slowly starts to pull off the rest of his armor, letting it fall to the ground at his feet.]

[He's out the door and making his way slowly down the hall, finding himself a little dazed after everything that just happened. He keeps walking, though, not stopping until he finds himself back in his own room. Without even a quick glance around, he starts tearing his armor off, setting the pieces off to the side neatly, though not as much so as he usually does. He's just...he's very conflicted now, not to mention worried and anxious and feeling just a little sick because what if they just fucked up their friendship. Jesus christ, he'd nibbled on the guy's ear! That was not a friend thing. Good lord.

Frustrated and confused, Wash slumps down onto his bed once he's changed into regular clothes and just worries.]

[York just sits in silence for a good long while, getting lost in his thoughts.
If he thought yesterday was awful, well... then today is just horrible. He has no fuckin' idea what to say when he next sees Washington.
Really, what could he say after all of that?
'Thanks for nibbling my ear, please be my boyfriend?'
He tried that.
He tried and it didn't work.

He supposes that he'll have to wait and see what happens tomorrow, because right now he's got no idea at all.]

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