"...yeah." He scrubs at his face, slowly trying to sit up. The patchjob is holding but he's still sore as fuck. "Haven't slept that well in awhile. You?"
Because flipping this around on Ohio is easier than dealing with any of his own bullshit.
"...what it was like to feel normal?" For a little bit. To have someone. To have anyone at all, honestly. York scrubs at his face and pats whatever part of Ohio's closest. "...thanks. For. You know."
no subject
Because flipping this around on Ohio is easier than dealing with any of his own bullshit.
no subject
At least he's not alone in that.
"I think I forgot..."
He trails off, shaking his head. There are a lot of things he'd forgotten.
no subject