"I know it's an old fashioned notion; loyalty and fealty, taking pride in one's Hawks and wanting them to live well under you; so it is less the investment and more wanting what is best for Locus." Which was no longer his own choice, as per the litigation that made the entire system possible. Whoever signed the contract owned him.
And right now? The name was still York's. And unless Locus made a compelling argument to the contrary-
It would remain York's.
Florida's hand slipped from Locus' shoulder to join Maine in flanking york, taking his usual position. Guarded on both sides, so, there really was only one place left for Locus if he wanted to come around to the other side of the desk.
His usual spot, next to York, kneeling at his side.
"So call me an old fashioned guy." It was an unspoken request, the way his hand fell off the wood to the chair he sat in, waiting. For a shoulder, for a hand, for whatever Locus chose to give him- if he chose to walk to him.
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And right now? The name was still York's. And unless Locus made a compelling argument to the contrary-
It would remain York's.
Florida's hand slipped from Locus' shoulder to join Maine in flanking york, taking his usual position. Guarded on both sides, so, there really was only one place left for Locus if he wanted to come around to the other side of the desk.
His usual spot, next to York, kneeling at his side.
"So call me an old fashioned guy." It was an unspoken request, the way his hand fell off the wood to the chair he sat in, waiting. For a shoulder, for a hand, for whatever Locus chose to give him- if he chose to walk to him.