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[infailtration]

"Oh, sorry." He pulls his hand back. "Guess there was a reason I never did that before, huh? Anyway... yeah, worth a try. The suits aren't tight exactly but they should keep things in place. I know where there's a guy who won't ask questions about getting the gloves altered, too."

[shadowblends]

"It's okay. I mean, I didn't tell you about it or anything ... Finding a comfortable position for my tail shouldn't be hard and once it's done, the suit should do the rest with keeping it held down."

His hands lift to scrub over his face, thumbs lingering at the scars on his cheeks before he lowers them to stare at his palms. "Convenient," he murmurs, trying to keep his tone from dipping, but he can't help feeling like he's messed everything up.

[infailtration]

"...what is it?" York can tell something's upsetting Kurt, and it could be one of a million things right now to be honest. Their situation is far from ideal. "Besides being in the middle of a warzone instead of safe at home."

[shadowblends]

"Aside from that?" He curls his hands, the tips of his claws threatening the skin of his palms. "It's like I've messed everything up," Kurt murmurs, lifting his fists to press over his eyes. "Like I've derailed something important."

[infailtration]

York just breathes for a moment. In a way, Kurt is right. Except that if he knew what he'd derailed he'd probably be all for it.

"You... changed things. You know how Tex was from my future? She told me what was going to happen and it wasn't this. Wasn't you showing up and me leaving the base. I was ready for something else, I'd prepared for it, and now things are going to be different. But that's it. And it's not your fault."

[shadowblends]

Of course he'd want to avoid York's death. What person in their right mind wouldn't?

Little Blue releases a huff of his own, lowering both hands to grip his knees and straightening as much as he can manage. York is absolutely right, though-- he can't linger on something that he never had the ability to prevent or change. "... what are your plans now?" Seems to be the only thing he can bring himself to ask.

[infailtration]

"...I don't know," York admits, shrugging. "Contact Tex, make sure she was okay without me. Then just... back to what I was doing, I guess. Running from the Project. They're still hunting us, trying to get our AIs back. And there's the Meta." He tilts his head, voice turning careful. "Did I ever tell you about it?"

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Kurt shakes his head, upper-half straightening as inquisitiveness floods his features. "No, you haven't." Nothing stopping York now, since it would seem like they have all the time in the world. (For now, that is.)

"Tell me all about it," he urges earnestly, dipping forward and flashing a halfhearted grin. It may not seem enthusiastic, but he's sincere at the very least.