...Damn it, screwing up again. Eternally screwing up. This will never be un-screwed. Why does York stick around? What's the point? It's never the right time. Something's always happening. Breathe. Breathe. For fuck's sake, inhale.

To hell with it. What if this is the last time? After attempting to stall that anxiety, he leans up to peck York on the cheek.