"It's where the bone healed, not the skin. That kind of thing always aches in bad weather." York lets go of Ratchet's hand, then, if he needs to rub at them, settling instead back on the other man's chest. He gives a little tap, thoughtfully. "I've busted a bunch of stuff, but what aches the most for me here is my ribs. I cracked a whole bunch in the explosion that took my eye and went back to duty too soon. They never quite healed right."