Wash burrows his face against York's chest and curls close to his warmth. He thinks his mind's made up, assuming he can keep it that way. Fuck knows, they might drag him out and lobotomise him tomorrow.
Carolina looks at York for a moment, glances at the door. "I should go. I have orders."
York gets Captured thread split (point of divergance)
Carolina looks at York for a moment, glances at the door. "I should go. I have orders."