It would be nice to say that it had been for purely noble reasons. But mainly it had been York himself. Coming back, still himself, not the shells that they'd become. How could he have wished that on him?

He shivers, slides his arms around York, and then Carolina is curled up against them too and that feels perfect.

"What was it like? In the suit?" he asks, a little afraid of the answer. "Kept hearing about it. Saw it a couple of times." It creeped him out honestly.