Shit. Well, they had to let him go sometime, York had just been hoping it would be after they were gone. He straightens up from his casual slouch, looks away from the game he was playing to meet Tarn's gaze. Squarely, evenly.

"Tarn." His voice is flat and emotionless, giving away nothing, but it's clear at least that he's not afraid. "Glad you're feeling better."