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You've reached Agent North Dakota. I'm currently unavailable, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

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You alive?

Near as I can tell, yes.

So.


I've been an ass.

[ right to it then, huh?

there's a bit of a pause before he sends a text back. ]

You had reason to be, though. I owe you an apology.

It wasn't you.  I mean. It was but it wasn't.

It was like Tex and Omega.  While he was around she was a right bitch but without? Still kind of a bitch, but not such a terrible person.  Something went weird and you tried to apologize and then I was an ass. And. I'm sorry.

I remember everything I said, though. About Theta and Delta, you and South. It .. It wasn't me, you're right, but it was. But please understand that I would never say anything like that and actually mean it. You do understand that, right?

I don't think you're like the director. You give a damn. you gave a damn.  You care.  He never really did.

I know you don't think that- I know normally you'd rather shoot yourself in the foot than suggest it.  It's done. I'm good, you're good, let's grab a beer.

You're good -- this quickly?

[ he needs to talk it out, york. he knows you aren't the type to do that, but .. he doesn't know how else he's going to be able to forgive himself for this. ]

[Goddamnit North just accept the apology and move on- don't make this all about FEELINGS and that bullshit just. Ugh.]

Life is too short to hold grudges.






And I've missed you.  For a long while before I ever came here so- being angry and being an ass when I've actually got you around seems like a shitty and stupid thing to do, you know?

[ i'm sorry, do you know who you're talking to? he might not always make everything about feelings, but the things he thinks of as important are always going to take precedence until he feels they've been dealt with. ]

You have a point, I suppose.

[ and wait a second. ]

For .. how long before you came here? As many times as I've been thrown around time and space, a temporal shift doesn't sound so odd to me, but .. right before I came here, you'd only just left with Texas.

Wait. What?

[He clicks over to voice, sounding frustrated and confused.]

What the fuck. It's been YEARS, Ev. And what the fuck do you mean 'temporal shift' and experience with them? What the hell- you've- you.

You're going to have to walk me through this because it's been years since that day- and I didn't leave WITH Tex. We left at the same time, yeah, but it's not like I've had backup for the past god only knows how long. It's been me and Delta and that's it- the odd message from you and South when it's safe, yeah but- that's it Ev. That's all.

[ frustrated and confused. boy, you have no idea how this is going to end up turning out if you come clean about everything. ] … Wait. Years? How is that –

[ okay. you don't need to ask that question, because stranger things have happened to you, and you know that. you were sent to a space station with your sister and carolina, and then another with the two of them, and now you're here.

interestingly enough, not too much time passed between the first and second occurrence. he still hasn't quite figured that bit out yet, but something tells him that he won't be able to. ]

Years … [ he repeats it again, like it might give him some sort of clarity, and it doesn't do anything at all but cloud his mind further. ] There have been … extenuating circumstances in which I've found myself for the past little while. Two different space stations, both in unknown parts of the galaxy – I'm still not sure if it was even our galaxy – before I ended up here. This is the third time I've been taken away from the Project, and literally just before I woke up here, you'd disappeared.

Wait- Evan you need to. Just. Back the fuck up.

Space stations, taken away from the project, me vanishing- you're gonna have to break this down and I'm gonna need to not be sober. Where are you? I'll be there with a sixpack in like. Five.

[ look. he doesn't want to have to break every single little thing down for you -- but if you want the short of it, sure.

all right.

( and this mostly has a lot to do with his memories of carolina and wanting to leave them in the past where they belong now that he's ~~mostly~~ gotten over it. ) ]

I'm at home. The door will be open.

Be there in a few.

[Less than a few. He may or may not have been hanging out around the corner when you called in case you wanted to talk to him face to face. Or. Something. In about three minuets he's at North's door, knocking away, sickpack in one hand and lockpicks ready in the other.

Just in case.]

[ york, don't you know it's impolite to knock on someone's door and then be prepared to let yourself in with lockpicks if they don't answer quickly enough? we need to teach you some manners.

north comes to the door quickly enough, letting the other man in without a single bit of hesitance. ]

You were right around the corner, weren't you?

[ he knows you. ]

...maybe.

[He's not going to admit to anything, alright? Totally innocent of any and all wrongdoing here.]

Look just. What the hell. How is this even possible?

[Let it be known, doors? Are for suckers. And people that can't work a window's lock like York can. After a long couple of days capturing and turning in cats and mice and goats and whatever the hell else he could wrangle York has worked himself to a solid state of exhaustion- but without Maclolm mother henning him and Jim busy doing whatever it is that keeps him sane, it's too damn quiet in the house to sleep. It makes him twitchy.

Besides it's been awhile since he checked in with his favorite Dakota.

So doors? For suckers. York opts to swing in through the window, closing and locking it behind him before winding his way to the nearest sofa or chair- whether or not North is in it- and flopping over.]

You got any antibacterial gel? Those mice BITE like mean little bitches, man.

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