Wash stares down at the candy bars like they're fucking gold dust. Not just because it's tough to get hold of them, but because York remembered. It had been years and York remembered what he liked, right down to the stupid sweets he'd scoffed during training.

"Thank you," he says after a long moment, fingers closing around the plastic wrappers. "For what it's worth, I'm glad I'm not alone. I'm glad you got out. I'm glad I missed." He might regret that in a few days, but right now, it's as close to home as he's been in a long time.

"So- let's win this and go find somewhere to make up for that many birthdays."