A/N- This is basically just a collection of drabbles that don't quite fit anywhere else.
This first one's based off a post on Tumblr.
If there's one thing everyone knows about York, it's that he's overflowing with bravado.
He thinks he's great. He acts like he's great. He wants everyone to see that he's great.
He's always acting big and impressive. Relaxing in the mess hall. In the middle of a fight. Failing to crack the code of a lock, which is his damn job. It doesn't matter the situation, he's never not confident. He's always grinning, showing off, throwing in snappy one-liners.
The man just oozes bravado.
Now it looks like everything's oozed out of him. Tex tells him and all of the sudden his cheeks look sunken. His body's deflated. Without that ever present glint in his right eye, she could actually see how aged his scarred left made his face appear.
Tex had always known how to break a man with her fists. Turns out she could do it just as easily with four simple words.
"She didn't make it."