"Hmmm," Ratchet says, noncommittal, but he lets York pull him up before he hesitates and then settles a hand briefly on York's shoulder.

"I'm not upset or anything," he says, his voice low, that weird, helpless uncertainty still flickering in his eyes. "You just... aren't the first person to ask, and it never gets any easier to hear." His expression steadies and one corner of his mouth tugs up, just slightly. "I told the last guy who made that particular request to go to hell too, for the record, lest you think I'm singling you out."