[b]York:[/b]

“Junta was living at the bottom of an elevator with two living parents, Numb’s folks were in an arms race to see who could fuck them up the worst before-” he cuts himself off, “Fickle has that thing with her older brother we don’t talk about. We’re the ones that got Junta set up with 3V, Numb off the streets, and… I mean, Fickle’s helped more than she’s been helped, feel bad about that one.” York runs out of steam, and chews off the top of a yellow-stained thumbnail. “I hope God knows how Persephone’s kid is going to feel about her in ten years, because she doesn’t.”

“Family is a four letter word.” He says, softly. “Just, around here, if anyone says they’re taking risks this bad ‘for family’, the problem’s not going to be that we don’t get it. The problem’s going to be that we get it, and you won’t like what we get.” 

And he expects Orange to make polite excuses and leave, or he expects Orange to explain how important [i]her[/i] family actually is and what makes it special and unique in a way that he just doesn’t get, or he expects her to try to explain how she’s all they have - he will flip the table over that one. 

[b]Dudekov:[/b]

He looks at the phone, and his face is perfectly neutral as he hands it back without even trying to use it. His eyes unfocus as he disappears back into the ship in the bottle routine, sitting at the edge of the hotel bed. “And you? Yours?” He asks the other one.