"...Thank you." This sucks. This is all pretty terrible. He's cringing inwardly, and he might be cringing outwardly, and he might just have to bury his face in York's shoulder even through all of his squirming and attempts to leave and go back to organizing organizing organizing the mess can't have a mess fix the mess put it all in order god damn it these thoughts need to go away.
Day 222 - afternoon - action