“Shut the fuck up, Church,” Carolina says loudly. “This is hard, okay? I’ve never had one of my friends come back from the dead before, excuse me if I’m processing!”

She stops, pressing her lips together, her cheeks just slightly pink.

“We mourned you,” she says finally, talking to York again. “It was hard, but we did it. And now you’re back. I’m happy about it, like I said, it’s just. A lot to take in.”