[ They'll figure it out this time, he tells himself. They have to -- he's not missing out on what's effectively a third chance. She squeezes his hand back instead of pulling away and he thinks that there's hope for them.
Her grip is shaky, though, and York isn't blind. She's not just tired, she's pale, her armor dented and bloody, odds being that some of it is hers. ]
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Her grip is shaky, though, and York isn't blind. She's not just tired, she's pale, her armor dented and bloody, odds being that some of it is hers. ]
...take your armor off. I'll patch you up.