He feels like he had a choice. Logically looking at it with fresh eyes, he knows that he never did. That he was given the illusion of a choice. Probably helped the Chariman if they thought it was a choice, not coercion. But it's hard to understand that truly. He kisses back, twines his legs with Taylor's.

There's a lump in his throat when he hears those words. "Love you too," he says, and it's true. It really is.

It's easier to fall asleep with York there, and soon he's out. Not the most restful sleep, not peaceful, but better than nothing.