It is, separate from everything else, completely perfect. There's a strange peace in this singular moment, knowing that this is all they're going to allow themselves before everything goes back to the way it was before. He will mask the hurt and he will find ways to channel it all, later.

Now? He soaks it in. The incredible view, the way York fits against his side just so, and the shared warmth of that simple embrace, side-by-side.

He's lucky to have even this much, after everything. He won't waste time regretting a single moment of it.