His grip tightens for a moment, hard against the back of his neck. "She's right. You always did treat me like a fucking child. That hasn't changed. You're not some grand saviour, York. You aren't gonna sweep in and fix things. You're not gonna fix me." His grip loosens and just lingers there, gently. He likes the feeling of York's skin against his fingers.

Carolina needs to wind down or she'll end up hurting him. And herself.

"We're not letting you go.Why would we do that?"