York has come to recognize Ratchet's wrist-rubbing as a stress response, and wants to do what he can when he sees it. Which isn't much, he realizes, but... it's something.

"I'd usually be in the labs about now, I just don't feel like facing that yet." He shifts his grip on Ratchet's hand and watches their fingers tangle together as he thinks. "We could go to the common room and screw around with the games they have. Or find Kaidan, and I'll teach you to massage."