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[ghostthatlingers]

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"You've reached Tex. Say what you need and I'll get back to you."

 

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[ghostthatlingers]

She pokes at her food idly, eating a bite every so often, before slipping into a more familiar conversation topic. "You have bought more than granola bars and coffee for your new place, right?"

[deardirect0r]

"I have." Canned soup and freezer meals but details are unimportant.

Retreating back to this subject is oddly comfortable after the awkwardness before it.

[ghostthatlingers]

"Good and you know there are a lot of places to get take-out." Not as good as a home-cooked meal, but it was as close as he'd get living by himself.

[deardirect0r]

"I'm aware of that." He'll even take his leftovers home, just to make sure you don't bug him about eating.

"I assume you gave whoever you fought with as good as you got."

[ghostthatlingers]

She'll appreciate that since she plans on paying once more. Her plate isn't looking much better than his, though she's still picking at the food.

"I wasn't letting Carolina walk out of there unless I did," she replies casually. She isn't sure how much contact Carolina and the Director have with one another, but if he sees the other woman he's bound to find out.

[deardirect0r]

"Carolina why the hell did you get in a fist fight with Carolina?" He sits forward and comes very close to seriously raising his voice.

[ghostthatlingers]

She shakes her head at his response. It's not surprising and she keeps her tone cool and collected. "We've been trying to fight since the Project. I'm more surprised it hasn't happened sooner."

[deardirect0r]

"I expect more from the both of you than petty feuding." The tone of his voice goes icy with anger. Rivalry yes, you were supposed to push each other into becoming better, not to pick senseless fights.

He'd had to waste far too much time keeping you two from going after one another back in the Program, he's not going do it again here!

[ghostthatlingers]

"Who the hell said it was petty?" she snaps. Her knuckles are going white from the grip she now has on her fork. "We're not a couple of children squabbling over the last cookie."

[deardirect0r]

"Then tell me Beta, what was so damned important that you two had to settle it by slugging the other into submission?"

As far as he's concerned you are both acting like spoiled willful children. What could possibly justify trying to beat the shit out of each other!

[ghostthatlingers]

Her hair stands on ends at the use of her old designation. He had long since forgone it in favor of her new codename, Texas, and the reversion to it did not go amiss.

"It's none of your damn business," she snarls. "She's not a child anymore and she's fine, so good of you to fucking ask."

[deardirect0r]

That particular shot strikes home and this time his voice is raised... still not to the level of a shout, but then it doesn't have to be.

"Neither of you are children, yet you insist on acting like one! You might as well be pulling each others pigtails and blaming the other for starting it!"

[ghostthatlingers]

"You're the one getting fucking pissy over the whole thing! We're both fine with it." There's a sharp edge to her voice and if looks could kill, she'd be finishing dinner with a corpse. "You had us at the top of the fucking board and we never sparred once because you were too scared to see us hurt."

[deardirect0r]

"That is enough!" That look might work on other people, but not him... He simply returns it with his own.

How dare she! It's not her place to question his decision to disallow their sparring or pontificate as to why!

[ghostthatlingers]

"Enough of what? The truth?" she replies with a raised brow. "The fight was going to happen eventually and neither of us died. Lucky you."

[deardirect0r]

He fumes silently through the first part. They had wanted to fight so bad they had disobeyed direct orders to the contrary... and he'd made sure they both suffered for it. Despite that they wasted very little time in going and doing it all over again.

"Well, I hope you're both satisfied with yourselves."

[ghostthatlingers]

She snorts. "You bet your ass we are. Do you even talk to her?"

[deardirect0r]

He looks away. "No. Not since the day we encountered each other outside the research facility."

[ghostthatlingers]

"Then you don't have a right to bitch at me about a little fight we had."

[deardirect0r]

"Perhaps you're right."

He's lost the right to so many things where Carolina is concerned... he's only now starting to realize what a tragedy that truly is.

[ghostthatlingers]

That isn't the reaction she's expecting. The fire and anger from him seems to be gone. It's not something she's used to handling and she backs off slightly out of confusion.

"You shouldn't mope," she grumbles. "She's here, you know. You can talk to her."

[deardirect0r]

He's been fighting for so long now, between CT then her and York, The Meta and finally Hargrove. He's tired of it. Not yet to the point of giving in, there's still some fight left in him... but he just wants to be left alone to do his work and try to salvage something from it.

"No, I don't think I can." Even if she were willing to listen... What would he even say?

[ghostthatlingers]

Why did he have to be like this? Had he really been living like this since Allison died? "You shouldn't be such a coward," she grumbles.

[deardirect0r]

"I am not a coward." He grumbles and scowls at her. "Carolina has made it quite clear she'd rather I wasn't here."

For once he's trying to honor her wishes... and he's catching shit for it.

[ghostthatlingers]

"She did the same to me, but it's getting better." At least, she thinks. It's a slow process, but if she had to pick between York and Carolina for someone to keep her in fighting shape, it would be Carolina every time. It's worth the trouble if it helps her get stronger.