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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[depthlesslock]

'I don't,' he agrees quietly. 'That must have been so unbelievably difficult, I can't even imagine.'

[churbooseanon]

"You can't," David agrees. 'Be thankful. Now... where is the fruit?"

[depthlesslock]

He is, very thankful. But he won't say that. He smiles at Wash's eagerness for fruit.

'This way,' he says, steering him down the hall.

[churbooseanon]

"What kind of fruit?" David asks. Does he have to share?

[depthlesslock]

'All sorts,' he replies. 'And plenty of it.

[churbooseanon]

"Why?" Is it cheaper here? If so, David is jealous.

[depthlesslock]

'Because the two Washes already here have been having a tough time lately, with eat-sh other and other things, so I'm trying to t-sheer them up.'

[churbooseanon]

Huh?

"Two other Washes?" David asks, shocked. He thought there was only one.

[depthlesslock]

'Yeah, the one who's always been here and then another one fell through the portal from an alternate universe same as you several months ago.'

[churbooseanon]

"Right, I remember," David says softly. For a moment he'd forgotten something. How sweet.

[depthlesslock]

York smiles and gently pats him on the shoulder, then guides him the last few feet of the corridor and opens the door into the main room.