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[secondplacing]

"This is Agent Carolina. I'm not free to answer right now, but leave me a message and I'll get back to you when I can."

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[ratherbelocky]

We can't all be brooding Batman types like you, Champ. My personal limit's about half an hour before I decide I'm being a weenie and rob a drugstore.

...

Or whatever people do to take their mind off things.

[secondplacing]

[Carolina sighs. Okay, maybe he's not as stupid as Church and Tucker, but he's still... stupid. And she doesn't get it, but it's him. It's York. Thats how he works.

So she gives him a shove in the shoulder and gets up to start dusting sand off her ass.]

Fine, fine. But you said it, not me.

Weenie.

[ratherbelocky]

[He absorbs the shove with a little laugh, then raises one hand up to her. Come on, Champ, help him up.]

And jackass. Don't forget jackass.

[His smile's a hint more genuine than usual, a shade softer.]

I missed these little talks.

[secondplacing]

Yeah, yeah, jackass.

[Pulling him to his feet, Carolina gives him a soft smile.]

But... me too.

[ratherbelocky]

[He lets go of her hand to dust himself off, too. Massena, cued by the movement, hops back over, tailfeathers twitching.]

Thanks for coming out here, Carolina. I know I can always count on you to kick my ass when I need it.

[secondplacing]

Of course you can.

Even when you don't need it. I can always kick your ass.

[Snickering, she shoves her hands in the pockets of her track pants and starts to walk away. Stripes carries on at her feet, looking back at York with an expectant look.]

...But you're welcome.

[ratherbelocky]

[And, little bird hopping along behind him, York follows Carolina with a chuckle, just off her six, like always.]

Figured that went without saying.