[ York's voice cracks despite himself, and his shoulders slump just a tad. He's tired. God, he's so fucking tired and it took just this to remind him of it. York rakes a hand through his hair, and keeps his hands moving, an easy sign of anxiety of sorts. ]
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[ York's voice cracks despite himself, and his shoulders slump just a tad. He's tired. God, he's so fucking tired and it took just this to remind him of it. York rakes a hand through his hair, and keeps his hands moving, an easy sign of anxiety of sorts. ]
You're right, though. I fucked it up.