Carolina’s face softens—this is hard, but she can’t imagine what York’s going through right now without the certainty Carolina has. She doesn’t want to tell York she found her logs—it had been different when York was dead, less of an invasion, but it mattered now, and Carolina was going to have to stop overthinking things because York is just staring at her and looking a little desperate and it occurs to her that she’s being kind of an asshole.

“For you,” she clarifies, clearing her throat. “My feelings for you. I don’t know quite what I want to do with all of them yet, since I thought you were dead for a few years, but there’s space for them now. If…” Something very terrible occurs to Carolina suddenly—what if dying had changed the way York felt? She’s about to look extremely stupid, if so, but nothing for it now.

“If you want, I mean.”