York stays close, their faces almost touching, his hand now curved to Ratchet's neck. Like this he can almost ignore the stinging in his leg. He looks a little embarrassed when Ratchet mentions him screaming, usually he can handle pain but that burn was something else. "Yeah. They did that on purpose, putting us so far apart... and it hurts but it'll heal. Hopefully fast." A sly smile. "I've got ideas."