He doesn't think that he's been so terrified as he is when York and Delta lean against him. He's a fucking mess, bloodied where York had smashed his nose and he'd barely had chance to clean up, and he's tired. Hadn't slept last night. Too caught up in watching York, savouring the last moments. He can feel York's breath and his warmth, the lines around his eyes. He lets it continue for a moment until he can drag himself away sharply.

"I said I was just following orders. Don't think it means anything else."