York takes it. All of it. Every brush that he's allowed to see, every soft sob, every tear. Takes it and weathers it, bent on comforting Delta. He hasn't been there for him as much as he'd like over the past few weeks and that's on him, what he's done and what he's said. There's no getting back the time he wasted. all he can do is be here for Delta now. Rock him through what had to be hard for anyone, let alone someone so unused to enduring this kind of emotion. The confusion, the pain, the frustration, all of that and Delta still hadn't let any of it rattle him until now.

When his breathing slows, York combs a hand thorugh his hair, offering as much comfort as possible through the feed.

Anytime, baby. I'm here for you.

Even if he hadn't agreed with how they handled Omega and Sigma. Even if they'd argued- He gets the grief that comes with losing them.