"Then I'm in." Death or life, okay. Life as long as he wants- but alone? No. He-

No. the past five years were proof enough that he can't handle it well. Doesn't even know this man's name, only that he's cold and calm and certain and that voice is compelling in ways he's too tired, too aching for any kind of contact to look at too closely.

"If- if I'm with you?" Cold and here and- he's here. That's all York needs. "then I'm in."