Ratchet lets him, his face unreadable as he watches York's lips press to the backs of his knuckles, the surprising softness of it sending an unexpected splash of warmth in his belly.

"Well," he says, knocked a little off-balance by the gesture, "usually I'd be harassing Naru for something to do about now but somehow I don't think that would go over as well as it has in the past, and the results haven't exactly been promising previously. What about you? Besides resting your leg, I mean."