[With minimal shifting so York can work without impediment, Delta finishes quickly and lays back, panting and drained and grinning like an idiot. That was certainly a successful diversion. Once he's wound down enough to move without feeling like his limbs are made of lead, he curls up against York again and focuses, waiting for his breathing and heart rate to equalize again.]
Thank you.
[Hardly more than a whisper, but he knows York will hear it.]
action; Day 138, late evening
Thank you.
[Hardly more than a whisper, but he knows York will hear it.]