Perfect. Sigma wheels him down the hall, snatching the duffel bag in passing. Might as well save them the trip. He would be content to stay in York's room with him all day. The cookies will sustain them for long enough, right?

They reach York's door and he can't help but raise an eyebrow at the message burned into it before. He's seen the words "I am a cockbite" branded into the wood before, but until now, he hasn't really thought about it. Florida hadn't explained it.

"Do I have to worry about this?" he teases.