"Never really needed a big bed anyway with North crawling in like he did." Just on the bad nights. The worst nights when they couldn't stand to sleep but were too exhausted to be awake. When everything cracked like glass. York didn't bother with modesty- Wash ahd seen everything back then anyway, and slid into some soft drawstring pants and an old grifball tee. It feels wrong, not being in the armor- but he's exhausted.

He needs real sleep. And he needs to be out of the armor to do that.