York takes over seamlessly, like they hadn't just been on top of each other a moment ago. He's glad for it. Gives him time to recover, let the flush fade, let him pull himself together because fuck, this is going to kill him. It's a terrible idea to get close to people. It's an even worse idea now. He knows where he stands, even if York doesn't.

At some point everything is going to crash and burn, and still he relishes the feeling of York's fingers against his.

"She's too smart for our own good," he mutters once the kids have paired off to start practicing.