Weary and surprised could describe both of them, York still trying to wrap his mind around the other man's confession. He's impressed by Ratchet's easy acceptance of his own, as well -- he'd expected to lose his friend at least for awhile. The fact that he hadn't was not only a surprise but a massive relief, and when Ratchet draws him down he kisses back gratefully, chases after his mouth when he pulls away. It's only the click of the door as a soldier comes in for a workout that has him sighing and straightening up, smiling ruefully. It is the middle of the day, after all. He can be patient.

"I'll meet you back in the barracks, there's someone I need to find."