[ There's a silence—too long of one, North realizes, but he's not sure what to say. He's too used to relying on himself anymore. ]

I trust you, York.

[ Which is a true statement. It's also not an answer.

Or maybe it is one. He rests his head back again. ]

Isn't it weird how we're the best friends either of us had in the Project but we hardly know anything about one another? I'm not even sure I know your first name. It's Josh, right?