Man, is she off the mark. Even if he hadn't managed to say anything, it'd be obvious just from his face. York lets out a noise of frustration, rubbing her hand over the back of her neck. This one is definitely not anywhere in her playbook, that's for sure.
"I'm sorry, okay?" She means it, too. She looks at him, apologetic grimace and all, almost guilty-looking. For fuck's sake, this is the sort of thing she's supposed to be able to handle gracefully, or at least glibly. "I just -- I wasn't expecting to hear that from you. You caught me off guard, okay? And the way the last year's been -- " She breaks off, fingers still rubbing at the back of her neck over and over again, tracing over the empty chip slot, and the look she gives Wash now is nothing short of sincere, almost desperately so. It's not a look that crosses her face often. "It's just -- you know I know you're not him, right? I don't see him when I look at you. You're a whole different person to me. You've gotta know that, okay?"
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"I'm sorry, okay?" She means it, too. She looks at him, apologetic grimace and all, almost guilty-looking. For fuck's sake, this is the sort of thing she's supposed to be able to handle gracefully, or at least glibly. "I just -- I wasn't expecting to hear that from you. You caught me off guard, okay? And the way the last year's been -- " She breaks off, fingers still rubbing at the back of her neck over and over again, tracing over the empty chip slot, and the look she gives Wash now is nothing short of sincere, almost desperately so. It's not a look that crosses her face often. "It's just -- you know I know you're not him, right? I don't see him when I look at you. You're a whole different person to me. You've gotta know that, okay?"