[b]York:[/b]

“Got it.” He nods. “Yeah. We can’t touch this yet, not for a while. The timing doesn’t work out on it yet.” He gives a look that makes it clear he’s not screwing you on this, you’ve just made this too hot to touch with gloves on right now. It’s a look that dares you to fight on this so he can make a stupid oath of loyalty in a cafe at you, very [i]Les Mis[/i]. “And we do niche too. Hell, we keep Numb on full time, don’t we?”

He looks frustrated now, actually at you - not the situation, not the words, at Orange personally. “Don’t…” he reaches across and takes one of Orange’s hands and squeezes it like a stress ball. “Don’t ruin yourself.” He says. “We need you too much. I can’t work with you if you’re dead, arrested, too hot or burned out.”

[b]Dudekov:[/b]

Dudekov opens his eyes, sighs. “Anesthetized.” He says. “Might I borrow your phone, to make a call?”