He huffs in protest when York tries to pull away. He really doesn't want to move. Really doesn't want to leave the room. There's responsibilities outside. Reports to be made. Plans to figure out. It's complicated outside. "You'll get wrinkles if you worry too much."

He squeezes York more tightly for a moment before reluctantly letting him go. Tomorrow there will be another thing that York has to do. It's a nice way of letting him down.

"If you get shot, i will never let you live it down. I will fucking mock your motherfucking ghost if that's what it takes."