"..."

He's not sure what to do about this, truth be told. This is closer than he's been to anyone he isn't actively feeding on in quite some time, and it feels like affection, in some weird way. But he can also feel York relax the moment he's tucked against him.

Maybe this is simply what's required. Perhaps turning has made certain needs stand out even more starkly. It's possible. He's heard of such things, at least.

So he lets an arm curl around York's shoulders. It can't be that comfortable, but. It seems the thing to do. "Is this helping?"