He sleeps a little. Not much. Prefers to spend it awake, enjoying the feeling of York's arms around him, body pressed up against him. Because this is it. He wants to delay. He wants nothing more than to sleep out the rest of the night, and wake up with him and go on the mission with him. And he can't. Delaying any longer is going to bring Carolina down on him and he can't risk that.
He extracts himself carefully from York's arms and then slips his dogtags and the hidden memory chip off and presses them into York's palm, closing his fingers around it. He'll need that intel.
He leans in to kiss him gently, strokes his cheek. "I love you. I'm sorry."
His armour is waiting for him, and the weapons that he'd gathered up. Clears out his room of everything, activates the camo unit and then slips away before light even starts to touch the sky.
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He extracts himself carefully from York's arms and then slips his dogtags and the hidden memory chip off and presses them into York's palm, closing his fingers around it. He'll need that intel.
He leans in to kiss him gently, strokes his cheek. "I love you. I'm sorry."
His armour is waiting for him, and the weapons that he'd gathered up. Clears out his room of everything, activates the camo unit and then slips away before light even starts to touch the sky.