[ The words filter in...yes, yes he knows. If it's too much, he can make it stop. All he has to do is say the words, and it's done. And for a split second the words nearly come, his mouth opening to form them, tongue falling still at the last moment in favor of something else entirely. ]
York...York, please.
[ He doesn't know what he's asking for, only that there's too much, far too much, and he doesn't know what to do. To pull back or push through, though his fingers knot into the cot so hard it feels as if it might tear. ]
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York...York, please.
[ He doesn't know what he's asking for, only that there's too much, far too much, and he doesn't know what to do. To pull back or push through, though his fingers knot into the cot so hard it feels as if it might tear. ]