"Feet down," Carolina spoke almost without realizing she'd said it. Feet do not go on coffee tables, man.
She still thought about the matter at hand, despite what should have been a ready distraction. If Maine's other victims had already started forgiving him, then what was holding York back, really? Was it really the fact that Maine had hunted him more fervently? Or was it something else? She was understanding Maine's anger even better and York's less.
"I don't know what's going on with York," she finally spoke again, popping the cap off her beer. Honestly, she'd never thought she'd be saying something like that. He'd been a constant for so long, both back at Freelancer and here; he'd been a sure thing, unwavering, someone she could always trust.
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She still thought about the matter at hand, despite what should have been a ready distraction. If Maine's other victims had already started forgiving him, then what was holding York back, really? Was it really the fact that Maine had hunted him more fervently? Or was it something else? She was understanding Maine's anger even better and York's less.
"I don't know what's going on with York," she finally spoke again, popping the cap off her beer. Honestly, she'd never thought she'd be saying something like that. He'd been a constant for so long, both back at Freelancer and here; he'd been a sure thing, unwavering, someone she could always trust.