Ratchet watches York right back for a moment before he shakes his head.

"I know you won't. That never worried me. I just--" He stops and chuffs out a soft, pained laugh, reaching up to rub a hand weakly over his face before he slumps back against the couch again. "I genuinely have no idea if you'd believe me if I told you. But... yeah. Pretty much totally unfamiliar."