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.

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[churbooseanon]

David's attention can't settle on any one thing. His eyes dart around, taking in every last glimpse of sight, and it's overwhelming. More than. Why is there so much going on?

"Too loud."

[depthlesslock]

'Here, you can turn down the volume for the speakers,' he says, staying close to Wash. 'Go to settings at the bottom right on the HUD and it's the fourth one down.'

[churbooseanon]

"Too visually loud," David corrects. See, he has a problem with that. now this is something he's stuck with too.

[depthlesslock]

'Oh.' Well that's a whole different issue. 'Would turning down the brightness help?' he suggests. 'Or you could squint or something?'

[churbooseanon]

Yeah, he doesn't get it.

"There is too much going on. Light levels will not compensate for that."

He'll get lost in this sometime. Too many things going on, and he'll know it all.

[depthlesslock]

'Close your eyes and I'll lead you?' It's the only thing left he can think of. 'Hold my hand or my shoulder. Actually shoulder would be better. I can keep you more stable.'

[churbooseanon]

For a while David considers this. Then, eyes closed, his hand comes to rest on York's shoulder. Yes, he can trust him this far. "Thank you."

[depthlesslock]

His own arm comes up and rests on Wash's opposite shoulder so he can better steer him. 'No problem,' he says, making the way to the car and ensuring Wash is well clear of anything.

[churbooseanon]

"How far and how are we getting there?" David asks curiously. Because if it's a car he's not happy.

[depthlesslock]

'About twenty minutes by car,' he says, sidestepping a pedestrian and gently tugging Wash with him.

[churbooseanon]

David groans. It's a long, deep, soulful kind of noise that can't help but say 'why does it have to be a car?'

"Hate cars."

[depthlesslock]

'Oh wow. That makes three of you. Seriously, what do cars have against Washes?' He sighs and shakes his head. The guy(s) must be cursed or something.

'I'll be driving so will that cancel out? I'll drive carefully.'

[churbooseanon]

"Your driving isn't exactly comforting," wash assures him. "I know how it went on the Sarcophagus mission."

[depthlesslock]

'Hey! I drive fine!' he defends. 'What's the sarcophagus mission and did anyone on your team get hurt because of that York'sdriving?'

[churbooseanon]

"You chose to drive just hours after escaping medical where you were supposed to be recovering from losing an eye," David informs him bluntly. "Nothing that day was good. It was the start of the end."

[depthlesslock]

That makes him stop and he quickly draws Wash closer to stop anyone bumping into him. Not that there's many people around. 'Wait, I was back in the field that soon after losing it?' Hours?!

[churbooseanon]

"You didn't listen properly," David rolls his eyes even though they're closed. "Hours after your escape. You were in there a few days."

[depthlesslock]

'That's still only a few days! When I lost my eye here, I wasn't back in the field for almost a month!' He starts walking again, not wanting to draw attention to them.

[churbooseanon]

"Perhaps Miles is more durable than you," David informs him primly. His lover is the best.

[depthlesslock]

That makes him flinch and say nothing for a long time. Maybe he is, maybe he isn't. Who knows. That York is part of the military, maybe his helmet was a higher standard, or the surgery was better. Other Wash had said it was a training accident, so he must have got medical attention a lot faster than York did. And, of course, he had armor. Probably didn't have to deal with the burns down his side. Maybe. He doesn't know. Perhaps he is just weaker.

'Different worlds,' is all he says in the end.

[churbooseanon]

"Sorry," David whispers, bowing his head even with his eyes closed. "Sometimes my words aren't my own. Sometimes they're the Directors. He... isn't kind. He threw part of the blame of the accident on you. Him. Miles."

[depthlesslock]

'I haven't heard anything good about that guy to date,' he says, hating that in some ways he's glad those words weren't entirely Wash's. 'Sounds like his idea of blame and fairness is rather skewed.'

[churbooseanon]

"He's lost too much," David whispers. "And with his lost, he pushes his daughter away. Carolina..."

How does he grieve that woman? So recently dead, and part of him cries out to a friend. Part of him cries out to a lost sister. And another part to a daughter. A four-fold grief.

[depthlesslock]

York stops dead in his tracks.

'What? Carolina? The Director's daughter?!' That can't be right. He must have been about to say something else involving here, York must be jumping to conclusions.

[churbooseanon]

David stops and opens his eyes, looking to York. "Yeah. Of course. Carolina was the only child of the Director and his dead wife. She strove so hard to win her father's attention, I think. Bet if you find her here, she's going to be connected to Leonard Church."