His mind's on York and Carolina's bodies tangled up together in each other. Thinks of the way that first kiss felt on the floor of the practice room. That feeling of wanting to be part of York, part of another person. And he's also here. He's also here, kissing York, and the next noise is somewhat louder, more in the mouth than the throat, a pleasant hum-groan, short, a pant, huff, both hands in hair now, nails itching at scalp, fingers lightly tugging.