[ After his breathing steadies into something that'll hold words instead of scraping them out of whatever corners of him still had thoughts to share York wobbily shifts to tangle their legs together, hands still dragging along as much skin as he's allowed. ]
You are... [ That same thought from earlier, that same sense of knowing without being able to articulate a damn thing. ]
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You are... [ That same thought from earlier, that same sense of knowing without being able to articulate a damn thing. ]