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#whoops ny fell for the obvious bait of Cal's trigger term for his daddy issues
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mmmmmm Caliyork angst
California is protective brother first and foremost with an learned distaste for familial authority, the one who's job it is to push away his own feelings to see people for who they really are and them keep those people as far away from the people he loves as possible while they heal
York is/was a shitty parent who only barely acknowledge it
they're laying quietly in bed together, sharing stories and bonding about growing up as colonies and it's this slow build of Cal hearing of hand comments about Gov's earlier days and he just keeps asking more and more pointed questions
until
They were both sitting up now, New York felt Cal's judgment openly bore into him. It had been a time since he'd been the target of such pure disdain from him.
York felt his own hackles raise in defence. "We all made mistakes in those early days, Continental Congress was made for a purpose, he was- just- just-"
"A tool?" York missed the searing venom behind Cal's words, the weight with which they fell from his mouth.
"Yes!" He was exasperated, over trying to justify two hundred year old actions to a state who could never understand, who wasn't there for the chaos and the uncertainty.
The silence that followed was a welcomed break. Until York made the mistake of meeting Cal's eyes.
The disgust was still there but then there was this prominent, inexplicable personal hurt.
His eyes raked over York, desperately searching for something that wasn't there. He forced a sudden joyless laugh. "Not an ounce of remorse in you, is there?"
"It wasn't ideal."
"You abused a child." He stated it so plainly, so confidently, as if a hundred other factors weren't involved at the time. "or let a child get abused, whatever you prefer."
York snapped at that. "He wasn't a child!"
With that, Cal began to get out of their bed.
"Where are you going?"
"Out." His movements were clumsy, distracted. "Away. I-" he took a breath. "I need to think."
The panic that rushed through York didn't make sense but he couldn't bring himself to doubt it as he stumbled out of bed after him. "You're leaving- you're running away over - This?"
"Nothing, is more important to me than this, York!"
"Nothing?" he asked quietly.
"No nothing, If I had to choose between your life and my brother's, there wouldn't be hesitation."
Cal took the moment of stunned silence to snap away. Leaving New York to his own raging thoughts.
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