You never did tell me what you two were talking about. [Because he knows you hung back to talk to Carolina, Mal. He can feel it in his bones. It's that weird prickly feeling a guy gets when his current not quite something is spending time with his x not quite something.
Don't ask he doesn't know. He just knows you two were TALKING.]
[Watch him oh so innocently raise his eyebrows. Whatever are you talking about, York? Why I never.] Am I not allowed to have any private conversations? Just how hotly were your ears burning, hm?
Go ahead and burn the kitchen down, see who's going to pay for the damage. [Hint: not him.] Naturally she was telling me all about your little secrets and exploits. Oh, I just could not get her to shut up.
IF it's about anything that happened in Europe she's lying, if it's about the colony drops she's DOUBLE LYING, and if it's about Basic Training she's telling the whole truth I am that much of a badass.
And if it's about Casbah? I seem to have reminded her of some form of incident after explaining how you sometimes have a habit of losing your clothing.
You're certainly not ashamed of that blacklight rave, no matter how annoyed I'd been at you regarding losing clothing, so I don't see how it can compare.
Well, he did make us fight our way to survival for a few days. [No reason to lie to York.] He showed up after it was said and done with a few cronies alongside.
Congratulations on NOT DYING! FUCK YEAH. [Victory fist pump as he flips through the feeds for the morning.] Really you didn't talk to him. Or shoot him. I am disappointed in you.
[He's a little snappy at that.] If I had talked to him, I would have shot him. The only one who can tell us why he did what he did is him. I let cooler heads prevail, and fortunately, that was Carolina.
...remind me to talk to her about what trusting a cryptic bastard got us into last time. Because honestly I thought she had a better idea of that than me.
It isn't about trust; it's about information. Nobody thinks any of this is a good idea, but here we are. And don't you think killing him would be doing the Sanctum's dirty work? He might be a few leaves short of a cup of tea, but if anything he has to say can shed some new light on the situation, I'd rather hear it than not.
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Don't ask he doesn't know. He just knows you two were TALKING.]
Seriously, Malcolm. Not cool.
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[He nudges Malcolm with his foot, eyes narrowed.]
or I'll try to make pancakes again.
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We don't talk about Casbah.
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Malcolm I know you're english. It is painfully obvious. Why do you do this to me man.
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