The old habits stick hard. He settles in at his back, though turning to wrap his arms around York rather than settle back to back in the old, familiar ways he and Felix had always managed. This way was better, if one of them was awakened during the night by bad dreams, bad memories.

And it kept York considerably warmer.

A kiss presses to the nape of his neck, a quiet reassurance that everything was fine. Sleep was all they need concern themselves with now.