"I'm glad I found you, y'know, in the canyon. Even if I did try to shoot you," he adds, a tired smile on his lips. He leans his forehead against York's, lets himself breathe for a long moment. Feels better. Feels comforting. He wants nothing more than to curl up in his bed in the rebel base and sleep.

He leans his head back against the wall when York leaves, focuses on breathing as the pelican touches down on the ground. Fuck, he's gonna have to face Kimball and the kids.