[York still feels shaken on the inside, like North's scream really did freeze his blood and it's only slowly turning back into something that works, but he's a locksmith. His hand is steady when he places it on North's leg, solid and gentle.
They're his team, they're not going to let him drop because he's scared and they don't know what to do.
They're here, dude.]
Lights? Coffee?
[York wouldn't want to go back to sleep after that.]
Action;
They're his team, they're not going to let him drop because he's scared and they don't know what to do.
They're here, dude.]
Lights? Coffee?
[York wouldn't want to go back to sleep after that.]