Ooh that was tempting. Dad had facial hair but not like that. Not that massive amount that flowed in black and grey strands. He's seriously thinking about taking the silent offer and York finally caves. Cautiously he closes more of the distance. It's dangerous, Ed could grab him at this distance.

But the beard!

York's fingers are cool and careful to stroke through to feel the natural fibers against his nervous system.

"Wait, Blackbeard? Like, actual infamous pirate? My brother read stories on the Tablet about you."