God, it's like a crash from a high. Not the slow release and let down from last night. A crash he can feel in his bones. He sweeps a hand, making a motion to--is there another bed in the room? York needs to lie down. They all need to lie down and sleep. That's definitely Carolina standing over there, though, leaning against the door, arms lightly crossed. As if she's really there. He doesn't even question it. Of course she'd be there, worried about her partners. Her stupid dumbasses.