York doesn't bother to try and hide his relief -- not that he could, he wears his heart on his sleeve at the best of times. He exhales and drops his shoulders, nodding. They made it.

His mouth quirks at the comment about Wash. "A little. You have to get to know him." Something he'd been working on, himself, getting to know his friend all over again, the time between them having made Wash a different person.