He flinches when York approaches him, hand outstretched, that wariness back in his eyes although he doesn't step back or try to stop York. The touch of fingers against his skin makes him shiver.

He shrugs, forces a smile. "What? It's not that surprising is it? We've both been through the wringer." He turns away so that he can stop seeing that look on York's face. Taylor's face, but his back is no better than his front even without Epsilon's scar.