York can't stop smiling, and Sigma can't stop watching him. The difference in his boyfriend's mood is remarkable. It's not just the cookies (which are delicious; he reaches for a second one). It's knowing that York is home. It's like he's been set free, and even though he's still limited by the wheelchair and his trouble speaking, he's in a place that's safe for starting again.

"You," he says, "have the most blinding smile right now. I love it." He would love to kiss it right off York's face, to have that smile pressed against his, but the common area probably isn't the best place for that.