He expects it. And he doesn't fault him for it. They wouldn't be as close as they are if he didn't have some measure of tolerance for the patented Bullshit of Agent York ( tm ).
Shifting comfortably next to him, North allows himself to relax a bit now that the other man seems a tiny bit more aware of himself; that hand stays on his chest, though, smoothing over the ridges of his ribs, a reassuring weight that belongs to him and him alone. Whatever they are, it doesn't need a label, because they simply are and there's nothing else to it.
Definitions constrain things. York is a man that could never be constrained, held down, immobilized. Too much energy, too much personality.
.. Case in point when he reaches for his hand, and he's automatically linking their fingers together, grinning. Of course. "Wouldn't you. I'm beginning to think I should work on wearing you out just so you'll sleep through the night more than you do." ( And it's true to form that he's been spending too much time around this ridiculous man if he's responding like that. )
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Shifting comfortably next to him, North allows himself to relax a bit now that the other man seems a tiny bit more aware of himself; that hand stays on his chest, though, smoothing over the ridges of his ribs, a reassuring weight that belongs to him and him alone. Whatever they are, it doesn't need a label, because they simply are and there's nothing else to it.
Definitions constrain things. York is a man that could never be constrained, held down, immobilized. Too much energy, too much personality.
.. Case in point when he reaches for his hand, and he's automatically linking their fingers together, grinning. Of course. "Wouldn't you. I'm beginning to think I should work on wearing you out just so you'll sleep through the night more than you do." ( And it's true to form that he's been spending too much time around this ridiculous man if he's responding like that. )