York nods, nuzzling into Wash's hair, fingers curled gently around Carolina's waist. He has both of them for now. For as long as they hold this together. A possessive little twist in his gut demands it's more an 'always' than 'as long as possible' and...he'll hold onto that. They're his. Not Hargrove's, not Charon's.

It makes training a little more difficult when demonstrating hand to hand. If needed, yeah, he could put them down hard but- pushing too much, demanding too much- learning the nuances of being the One In Charge is a bitch.

But they're patient with him. Gracious even if he fucks up.