☆ I'll think about it.

[guerriera]

Who: York (allfunandgamesuntil) and Carolina (guerriera).
What: A certain conversation about 'After' is overdue. York decides to see if Carolina's ready to talk yet.
Where: Carolina's Apartment - Tram District, Twilight Town
When: Early-Mid morning
Warnings: Season 9 and 10 spoilers for Red vs Blue! Also, general Freelancer warning. Potentially lots of feels too.

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The advantage of living in the Tram District was the proximity of that one little dead end alley. The one that seemed to refill itself with crates and boxes every now and then, just in time for someone to breeze through and smash them all. It made the perfect place to toss out the empty storage crates from the warehouse beneath the apartment she'd wrangled out of the moogles.

She hadn't had it long and hadn't really bothered to do much with it yet. But once she'd started clearing the unused building beneath her new place, Carolina realised she had found something to focus her attention on when the (seemingly futile) search for magical jewelry proved unsuccessful. And it also meant that she didn't have to think about topics (and people) closer to home..

She'd managed to avoid revealing where she'd holed herself up since quitting the hotel, but that couldn't last forever.

Lounging out front across the red pathing, Dax and Lela napped in the 'morning' sunset-shine, unbothered by trams that rattled on by and well out of their Person's way as Carolina cleared out their new living space. Though clad in her armor, she hadn't bothered with her helmet so close to home today, and the extra strength boost meant she could shift some of the heavier crates with ease.

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[guerriera]

That Carolina was uncomfortable was an understatement, because while she knew that York was not lying, what he had to say didn't match any of her life's experience. What was (apparently) normal for other people had never been so for her, and it was hard, so very very hard, to remove yourself from that. And being stuck here, in this dream, meant she couldn't finish what was started anyway. So close, and yet..

And yet, did it really matter, in the end, that they had cared -- love had been the word he'd used, and Lord knows she wasn't sure she really wanted to look closely at that when she didn't know what she felt -- when almost all her friends were three years dead?

So she didn't answer him, hand still on his arm and not really seeing what York wanted her to see. Not when her shoulders were already bowed by the weight of responsilities she'd taken on because no one else would. And because there was no one else to do so.

She hadn't meant to make this about her, not when he'd just wanted answers about their future.

[allfunandgamesuntil]

"I should go," York said gently. She had a lot to think about. They could discuss it later, if she started talking to him again.

[guerriera]

Carolina glanced up, green eyes half hidden by red hair, before nodding slightly in acknowledgement. After all, she'd told him to leave, hadn't she?

Part of her was still angry. But another part wished, wanted, to apologise. She hadn't been a very good friend at the end then, and she wasn't doing any better now. Reluctantly, fingers relaxed on his arm, before Carolina drew them along it and then away, leaving York free to move as he wanted.

At least she hadn't punched him.

[allfunandgamesuntil]

"...I'm always around, if you need anything," York said. He headed for the door and the stairs. It would probably take a while for her to talk to him again, but that was okay. They'd get through this. They'd gotten through worse.