[ York smiles back, leaning in for a moment to press his forehead to North's. The other man probably doesn't remember the last time they met, if he's from the attack, but that's okay. It doesn't matter. What matters is North is here in front of him, now, alive.
When he shifts back again he lowers his hand to rest on North's arm, trying to ease it away from where the other man is clutching at his ribs. Let's take a look, okay? ]
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When he shifts back again he lowers his hand to rest on North's arm, trying to ease it away from where the other man is clutching at his ribs. Let's take a look, okay? ]