[ I guess you have, York thinks, brow slightly furrowed with both concern and curiosity. But he doesn't say anything, he just waits for North to spit it out. It must be another Freelancer, right? Oh no, what if it's Wash and that's why he's so reluctant to admit it? When he's so different now? York draws a breath to tell North it's okay, he won't let on around anybody... when his friend takes his hand.
And even York isn't that clueless.
He blinks, brow unfurrowing but eyes widening in surprise. ]
Oh.
[ That's a stupid response, he knows, but he needs a second. Slowly, he lets go of his device and turns his hand to hold North's, wanting to reassure him without having to put the words together that this isn't going to scare him off. He's not going anywhere.
His voice is low and soft when he does answer properly. ]
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And even York isn't that clueless.
He blinks, brow unfurrowing but eyes widening in surprise. ]
Oh.
[ That's a stupid response, he knows, but he needs a second. Slowly, he lets go of his device and turns his hand to hold North's, wanting to reassure him without having to put the words together that this isn't going to scare him off. He's not going anywhere.
His voice is low and soft when he does answer properly. ]
I had no idea, so... I'd say you have been, yeah.