Agent New York

So come on, York. Give him that apology so he can stop being mad and start sucking on your face. Because he really wants to do that second thing.

                                “Always intended to come back to you.                                  Nothin’s gonna keep me away.                                                           Promise.”

         “What’re you going to do to deserve it?”

       “I have to EARN it? I thought my being back might be reason enough.                                                   ---If I say sorry, does that increase my chance?”

          “Nothing.”

                                           “Not even a KISS?         Don’t tell me you’re gonna keep THAT from me, too.”

           “Nope. Doesn’t deserve confetti.”

                     “---balloons?”

“What do you mean I don’t DESERVE it?               If ever a situation called for confetti,                               IT’S THIS ONE.”

omg wush )

Here’s York. Also overwhelmed by his love for Wash.

Zara shakes their head, a little distraught at the situation. “Probably isn’t even the same system anymore..” Their gaze wanders back over to the male again. He was really tall, taller than most Titans were. Hopefully, he wasn’t as destructive at said Titans were..

“C’mon.” With a nod of his head, York headed out of the room, checking over his shoulder that the other was following. “Got somethin’ I can call you? It’d be nice to have a name to put to the, er. Helmet.”

“That’s the first thing you have to say?” Really?

“What? I’m concerned. We both got knocked around a li’l today. Just wanna know you’re all good.” A beat. “So? You all good?” Cause if Wash is bleeding anywhere, York would like to know.

Another ones of these strange people, one who did not look like a Guardian. Had they been pushed through another transfer gate again? With a shake of their head, the dark being walks up to the stranger to speak, forgetting that their armor looked rather unfriendly and their voice was much the same. “Excuse me…what is this place?” 

“S’uh. The Mother of Invention.” Because the being likely meant the entire space in general. As they weren’t acting out in hostility, the freelancer remained lax, but despite his calm demeanor he was ready to react quickly should the situation call for it. “---How’d you get on board? Don’t really look like the kinda person we pass out invitations to.”