Carolina curled her fingers through York's hair, smiling fondly. "We've already wasted enough time by not trusting each other, Taylor. I don't want to waste any more." She'd rather have things on the level, especially when Taylor was probably the only thing keeping them alive right now.

Wash squeezes York's fingers, looking between them warily like he still expects this to come crashing down. When York finishes he flicks his tongue out over his lips nervously. "I love York. I mean, I think. You reminded me what it was like to be a person and I think you're both really gorgeous and I care about Carolina a lot. I trust you. You kept me alive, risked stuff for me. I don't know. Is that enough? I just don't want to be a third wheel. I don't want to be here just because you feel bad for me or you think it's the only way to keep me from doing something stupid."

And now he wanted to sink down into the bed and hide. Staring at the ceiling was a better bet than looking at them.