"Mmmhmm. York's- tied up in the Project. I've tried to put it behind me." And died diving right back the fuck in, so. Lesson learned there. Now he's...different and he'll deal with that in the morning. Evening? He shifts to adjust how he's sitting, arm looping around Locus' waist as he settles.

"I have fallen asleep on less comfortable surfaces." This is fine. More than fine. "But. Yeah. Real you instead of armor you might make this go faster."