[York honestly just wanted to celebrate his hair, okay. Come on. You understand, haircut princess.

His gaze skitters away for a second, though, and he turns to retrieve a mug of coffee from where it was sitting on the desk. From the way he frowns, it's mostly gone cold, but he's gross and he drinks it anyway.]

...I'm trying to see if it'd be possible for a Psychic type like D-2 to take over some of what Delta was doing for me.