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[ownperson]

[ She has to mute again to let out a louder frustrated noise because god fucking dammit, Andrew. Then York calls him out and she huffs a sigh of relief before unmuting. ]

What he said! You do this every time, Drew. No matter what example I bring up. But I bring that one up for a reason, because yeah, I was being a stubborn, reckless bitch, but you weren't being much better and you shot me.

...and I don't remember if you've ever even said sorry.

[ She flinches a bit, because she almost hates to say it. It's not like he went as far as she did, in the end. ]

[bothbarrels]

[ He frowns, pausing for a moment. An apology would seem hollow at this point, and it's not like she hadn't done worse to him. ]

I guess we both have things we have to forgive, then. And I mean, I could apologize now, but how would it sound? Like I felt like I had to.

[ownperson]

...right.

Right. Course.

I— sorry, just. Give me a second. I'll... I'm gonna go get that damn water.

[ She doesn't want to turn this into another actual argument and maybe her head is starting to hurt. She leaves her device on the bed and goes to the kitchen, where she chugs a whole glass of water and then fill it again to take back. She's going to take a full minute to just... breathe, standing there leaning back against one of the counters, and resisting the urge to hit something.

Her knee aches with phantom pain she knows isn't real. It took months for her to get to where she is now, she knows this shit is a process, that it may take time with North too, but fuck, man. It doesn't make it any less frustrating to not feel like she's being heard. ]

[infailtration]

Can you mute the call?

[ While South gets her water, he wants to address the fact that North shot his sister.... he hadn't been able to even fight back with Carolina, in the same situation.

Only once North mutes the call so South can;t hear him calling this out does he address it. ]

There's such a thing as warning shots, you know.

[bothbarrels]

[ North mutes when instructed, then takes in what York has to say with a raised eyebrow. ]

I shot out every missile she had fired at me before I shot her. I figured that was enough of a warning.

[infailtration]

[ She fired... missiles.... at North? He buries his face in his hands, dragging his fingers down. What is he gonna do with you two? ]

You two... you're both really going to have to relearn how to communicate.

[bothbarrels]

[ North watches York's reaction with dispassion. This is what they've become, York. ]

I suppose.

[infailtration]

No, you are. She's your sister -- your twin. As someone who's lost their entire family, I'm not gonna watch you two just... I"m not, okay?

[bothbarrels]

[ North looks a bit uncomfortable at that. He doesn't like the implication that he'd lose South out of his own stubbornness, or something. ]

Yeah, okay.

[infailtration]

[ York catches that look and sighs. ]

I'm not judging you, you know. But it takes two people for shit to get like this.

[bothbarrels]

[ North sighs. He knows what York is getting at. ]

I know it does.

[ownperson]

[ South comes back, sets the full glass of water on her bedside table, and frowns a little to herself at the silence; she almost expected to come back to them chattering between themselves.

Whatever. She flops back on the bed, picks her device up again and sighs. ]

Alright. M’back. You two even still fuckin’ there?

[bothbarrels]

[ North unmutes the call. ]

We're here.

[infailtration]

We're here. You doing okay, South?

[ownperson]

M’fine. Just— needed a minute. Didn’t wanna start another argument.

[ Not a first from her perspective, but. ]

[bothbarrels]

Okay. Anja, I want to sit on this for a while. Is that okay?

[ownperson]

[ She bites her tongue to hold back a ‘what, like I could say if it wasn’t?’. Exhales. ]

Like I said before. Following your lead on this. So. Yeah. S’fine, Drew.

[infailtration]

For what my input's worth, I'm glad you guys talked. Keep it up, okay?

[bothbarrels]

We will.

[ At least, he intends to try, and he gets the feeling from the way this went that Anja wants to, as well. ]

I'm going to let you go, okay, Anja?

[ownperson]

[ She wants to. She wants to fix whatever the fuck is wrong with them more than anything. ]

Yeah, okay. Uh. Thanks, York. Sorry you got caught up in this. Talk to you when you're ready, Drew.

[ And then she'll actually hang up herself. She needs a workout, or a nap, or— something. ]

[infailtration]

[ York reaches over to rub North's shoulder encouragingly as the call ends. ]

I don't mind, for the record.

[bothbarrels]

[ North is feeling disconnected and numb; normally, that would earn York a smile. Instead he nods. ]

Thanks.

[infailtration]

[ Yeah, that's not the best reaction. York drops his hand and wonders if he screwed up somewhere along the way but. He did his best. ]

You want me to leave you alone?

[bothbarrels]

I don't know. No?

I think it might be better for me not to be alone, I mean.

[infailtration]

Okay. You just seem.... distant, now.