And the corner of his mouth ticks upwards before he turns his head, chin resting atop York's head.

"Of course."

What does he know? So far as he's aware, this is simply how friendship is with York. It's always been tactile and testing of boundaries until they overlap. It's always been a certain level of closeness.

They still have this. It's not going anywhere. So they'll both manage. They'll be alright. They'll just never really find out what might have been otherwise.