Almost at once Locus turns, arms winding around him and pulling him in tight against him. He does belong there, and Locus doesn't want him anywhere else, for the moment. Those shivers are still working their way out of his system, catching him by surprise now and then, but having York there, that warm firm presence? That helps.

Felix still hasn't made an appearance, and likely won't for some time. Like a glutton having feasted, he needs time to process it all before he returns to make commentary.