[North certainly won't be complaining; all he's had for a year now is South, he's absolutely dying for some kind of contact. If that's getting to be held for a minute by the person he trusts more than anybody, that's an outright blessing.]
Man, I... [He chokes on it, trying to get the words out. That's not something North gets happening to him often.]
... I missed you. [All of you, he means, but York a little differently. He wasn't closer to anybody.]
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Man, I... [He chokes on it, trying to get the words out. That's not something North gets happening to him often.]
... I missed you. [All of you, he means, but York a little differently. He wasn't closer to anybody.]