"I'm not sure who's less of a wall," Sigma admits. "If I could just quit my job, maybe I could make this work, but. . ." But they need the money. He's trapped.

Resting his head against York's chest, he whispers a soft "Thank you."

He slips his free arm around York's waist. "Can I tell you something?" he asks. "Not necessarily a secret, but something I've never told anyone else before?"