York's Interdimension Basket of Washes

[notyourrookie]

York is done with this. Every Wash needs a comfy, happy and most of all, not horrifying and trauma-inducing space where they can feel safe. A place where the horrors that inevitably await them in their own universes cannot intrude.

And York will provide. Even if he has to drag them across universes to do so.

Comments

[churbooseanon]

"Theirs are not problems humans are meant to fathom," David says, his voice distant.

[depthlesslock]

'Your AIs or my Ais?' he asks. 'Cause if it's mine, then you need to t-shange "fathom" to "face". So you probably mean yours, it wit-sh case, I bet York's trying anyway. I would.'

[churbooseanon]

"Both," David shrugs. They aren't human. They can't fit in.

[depthlesslock]

'Then yeah, "face". They've been through so much shit. In both worlds. It's not fair.

[churbooseanon]

"Fate," David pronounces somberly before closing his eyes. "Wake me when we get there."

[depthlesslock]

'Okay.' It won't be long. Maybe he'll take a longer route so Wash can sleep a bit longer. It's a good sign that he's willing to fall asleep in a car with an alternate version of his boyfriend who isn't his boyfriend.