He waves a hand, as if he could gesture Ratchet's worries away. "Nothing like the rest, don't worry. It was a question, actually, he asked if we were together."

At the time York had laughed it off, told him no. Ratchet was just helping him, they were just friends. But had he thought about it? Sure. It was hard not to when you're sharing a such a small bed, hands winding up in questionable places by accident. When they touch each other so much and so often... and it's been a long time since anyone did. It could be fun. It could be... distracting. He's just not sure he's willing to make a move right now, after dropping such a bomb on his friend. When he'd be less likely to feel he could say no.