"...Well. I can't brofist you for that because-" he said he wouldn't and Sam doesn't fuck around, jarred his hand something fierce the first and last time something like this came up that was worth brofisting over. So instead he leans up on his toes, pressing their lips together.

"I mean-" Delta flares in the back of his mind, York no, York stop, but no. York doesn't stop, York says the thing. "We could do celebratory fisting but that's a whole other animal."