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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 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.]