"Hey, if that's the conversation we've gotta have, then we have it, okay?" York still doesn't look all that pleased, and it shows in the set of her jaw, but she reaches for the scotch anyway, tipping out another shot's worth into his glass. "C'mon, man, whatever happened to honesty? Y'know, that whole thing where you've got my back and I've got yours?"

She sets the bottle down, sighing, looking less mad than she is annoyed. Disappointed, maybe, but it's never a word she'd use. "I could've helped you deal with it, you know."