"You..you were dead. I couldn't..." York's hand closing around his even through th glove is solid enough to have him choking on a breathe, his throat closing. And fuck, he's not going to break down, not in front York.

Not like this.

But he lifts his head, his eyes meeting York's one good eye. "You've been alive? All this time?" And no word or sign or any kind of ...

Any kind of anything.

"I.." Breathe Wash.