I didn't think you were real.

How do you tell your bro that you're so used to hearing him call you out on stupid shit you've done or not done or giving you shit for just being you that hearing him was something to be shrugged off? You don't. York doesn't just- shoves away from the wall and takes the five seconds they absolutely do not have to haul North in by the shoulders and hug him as close as the armor will allow.

Here.

Whole.

Solid. "Jesus Fuck, North." His voice is just on this edge of hysterical because Christ this is not what he expected today.