"If it made sense I would've told you when it started." But it didn't. It still doesn't and York is not a man prone to shame our regret but he's feeling both quite keenly at the moment. "I don't know. Maybe I don't love them. Maybe I don't love you maybe I'm just fucked up and lonely and clinging to anyone that'll have me or- I don't know. None of it feels the same."

It was easier to think he loved them before the thing with north. Now? Now he's not sure.