"Uh-huh." Ratchet does not sound like he entirely believes York being 'better' but he eases his grip as York shifts away, one hand resting briefly on his shoulder to squeeze there before he lets go. "And, sure, if you want. Got more than enough room." It's not like he's been sleeping in longer than ten- or fifteen-minute snatches, anyway. He rubs a hand over his face and braces his shoulders harder against the wall, looking over at York with suddenly sharp eyes.

"Promise me something, though?"