[He stars at York's hand suspiciously for a moment, and he should bat it away. he's fine, he'll be fine, except he's still half expecting the room to melt away, like if he opens the door he'll be back in prison, or in the Freelancer medical centre waiting for them to come and stick needles into him again.
He takes the offered hand, curls his fingers so he can feel York's pulse.]
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He takes the offered hand, curls his fingers so he can feel York's pulse.]
I guess.