"The same way I have since I got here," Ratchet says grumpily, trying not to shiver as York's hands work up his back and then push against something right next to his spine that sends a throb of molten agony out from that spot but somehow feels good at the same time. He makes a helpless sound, pressing his forehead into the pillow.

"Ow," he says, sounding surprised, but he doesn't ask York to stop.