[ Although York didn't stir when Carolina carefully displaced him, the conversation is drawing him out of his sleep now. He cracks his good eye and sees North standing in front of him, but makes no effort to sit up. Those painkillers were the good shit. ]
Hey, North.
[ He doesn't look great. A broken nose and bruising blossoming on his cheek and jaw, one arm tucked protectively around his ribs, but he still smiles. ]
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Hey, North.
[ He doesn't look great. A broken nose and bruising blossoming on his cheek and jaw, one arm tucked protectively around his ribs, but he still smiles. ]