[ He wants to be back to normal but it's not really possible, not when his head is jumbled and all he needs wants needs wants--

D e l t a

The noise York makes is almost a scream save for the way he bites it back, choking on it and gripping the table hard enough that it creaks and his knuckles go white. He's never hit either of them before but from the way he whirls, it's clear he almost does, only stopping when he sees it's Wash. ]

What the hell is wrong with you-- I had him I could have had him in my head and back and you messed it up. Wash, I need him, goddamnit--