[ Selfish, selfish, selfish. The words echo ineffectually around her head as she leans into his arms. It's enough to remind her of when they didn't use code names for each other, back when she didn't have the Director watching her every move for a sign of weakness. Freelancer made her into the person she is but it made her burn down so many things in the process. One hand tentatively comes up to return the hug, holding on to the back of his shirt like she's not quite sure what to do with herself.
When was the last time she hugged someone? When was the last time she allowed herself anything more than a hand on someone else's shoulder or just leaning against Wash?
She still doesn't let herself cry but Carolina slowly by fractions relaxes against York, not pulling away from the comfort he's offering. ]
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When was the last time she hugged someone? When was the last time she allowed herself anything more than a hand on someone else's shoulder or just leaning against Wash?
She still doesn't let herself cry but Carolina slowly by fractions relaxes against York, not pulling away from the comfort he's offering. ]