[ North feels conflicted, not wanting to steer York the wrong way, but not wanting to tell him outright what's really going on. He'd roll on his back, if he could, but he knows that first of all, it would hurt, and also that he would probably run out of room and fall out of bed. He can feel the tips of his ears turning red. Damn his pale skin, that happens far too easily.
Instead of agreeing, or saying anything useful or helpful, he just says: ]
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Instead of agreeing, or saying anything useful or helpful, he just says: ]
I don't think it works that way for me.