He's more fragile than he first appears. But they've been battered and broken by the world in more ways than one. He endures, if not in his world than in this one, and Locus would do most anything to see that continue. They are, after all, friends.

No further examination needed.

Humming in agreement, he lets his arm shift, letting York settle in a little further before carefully curling his arm. Is this right? This seems like it should be right.

"She is not as invasive as I first feared, fortunately."