memyselfandpi

"I like fixing things." York had told her that once. She had walked into his room, intending to ask the tan freelancer about the training schedule, only to find him fiddling with an ancient looking silver pocket watch. He barely glanced up at her, so focused on his project that he almost missed her inquiry. "It's been in my family for generations." He explained. "Dad gave it to me when I joined the army. But it's still pretty old, so it breaks a lot." "Why don't you just get a new watch?" she had asked, leaning against the door frame. "I'm sure there's a thousand out there that are much better." York stared at her for a long moment, realizi