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I've got you. [An arm under York's, around the back, hugging the ribs a bit.] One step at a time, literally, yes?

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Should not have had so much vodka. It's hard to talk about- everything, sober though. Kinda need the liquid courage.

[ South needed it more than him, though. Still. One step, two steps, and he only leans into Mal as much as he has to, not wanting to unbalance him. ]

[tactical_alert]

You can have as much as you need if Delta gives you the go-ahead to fill me in on all the gruesome details.

[goddamngrenades]

Tomorrow. I'mgonna talk to him in the morning.

[tactical_alert]

And he'll be plenty rested for it. All right, one more and we're at the top.

[goddamngrenades]

Started at the bottom now we're here- [ He snorts a laugh at himself, pressing his face into Malcolm's hair. ] How d'ya get it so soft?