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It had been a lonely, cold night. Or day..what time was it again? York had settled into his cell, not in the mood to do much really, but read a few books, maybe work on his spelling and writing skills. He finally decided, after hours of thinking it over, to request a visitor. Who else to call than his partner? He waited after the call was made, sitting in his bed, still.

Delta had considered not answering York’s summons, but he couldn’t do that. It would be petty, and he knew nothing would be resolved if he continued giving into his fear and anger.

He didn’t wear his armor, feeling like he needed to show his vulnerability somehow, and he didn’t say anything as he approached the cell. What could he even say?