York lets Ratchet still his hands and pull him down, a bit worried again at how serious Ratchet got all of a sudden. But then it makes sense. All the dodgy answers, the avoidance, the way he didn't know how to exercise or fight. He should have guessed it was something like that. When Ratchet's hold on him loosens he pulls back just enough to see the other man's expression, trying to get a read on him.

"...it's okay. I won't tell them," he promises, locking their gazes, his voice soft and low. "What were--" No, that might be asking too much. York bites back the question, shakes his head. "Nevermind. So this body is completely new, huh?"