[ Oh. York's expression immediately saddens, as the aching space in his mind where Delta should be makes itself known again. Like a wound, a hollow with raw edges that he tries his best to breathe through the pain of, but when it's prodded... he sighs. ]

I wish he was, but someone else here has him and won't give him back. Turns out back in my world she stole him from the Recovery Agent sent out after I died.

[ There's a hint of anger there as well that he can't quite hide. ]