[ York has just gotten North to sleep when he hears Price's voice again -- behind him. He bristles, twisting around to be sure. Yup. The little shit tracked him down to keep talking.

He finds himself wishing the room had a door so he could slam it in Price's face.

How did the Counselor see he was struggling after the MoI crashed? It's a safe enough guess to make, of course, but he says he "saw." York's brows knit in a scowl and he's about to ask, ignoring the bit about easing his pain, but Price holds up a hand and so York just gets up from the edge of North's bed carefully. No need to wake his friend with this. ]

It's only manipulative if it's an act.

[ Standing, he's taller and broader than Price, though he doesn't crowd the other man just yet to remind him of that fact. Better to hang back if he wants to punch the Counselor in the face, after all. That urge is growing. ]

I already knew, so you'll have to find some other way to make up for what you did. You don't get to use Carolina. Honestly, the best thing you can do for any of us, after everything, is leave us alone. I don't trust you and I don't want to see you. For all I know this is another mind game, and you're assessing me for Jorgmund or something.