Slowly, he starts to peel himself away. Sitting up at least to retrieve his shirt, to begin straightening his clothing and putting himself away. There's no telling where his hair tie has gone, however.
Unfortunate.
Those eyes shift back towards York after a moment. "Speak when you want something. I can read your feelings, not your thoughts."
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Slowly, he starts to peel himself away. Sitting up at least to retrieve his shirt, to begin straightening his clothing and putting himself away. There's no telling where his hair tie has gone, however.
Unfortunate.
Those eyes shift back towards York after a moment. "Speak when you want something. I can read your feelings, not your thoughts."