Agent York
I ignore the itching to the best of my ability, making my way through the hallways to our secured bunk. "Suddenly I don't feel like much partying." I mumble, unlocking the door and falling back into the bed. "He..."
"York," Sigma sighs. "I know this is probably hard for you." He then clears his throat. "But think of it this way of you may. He's in Valhalla with his family."
"I know." I snuggle up with the pillow.
"And think about how happy you were a few moments prior."
I perk up and bit and roll over. "Yeah...we got engaged." I let out a low sigh.