There it is. There's the anger and it's the first reaction that's made and sense all goddamn day. It's almost a relief. York's eyes slip closed, head bowed. "...yes."

His voice is quiet, small, and he never should've tried this in the first place. This was never a good idea, any of it.

"Jack- foxtrot. North-" he flinches at the memory of their after talk. "North isn't a part of it."