"...I'll try." It's quiet, barely above a whisper. There's no way he can get his mind geared up for that sort of thinking, not with how jumbled up he is. In fact, he's at the very opposite of optimistic.

He normally would shy away from all of these little public displays of affection, but it seems monumentally important to him that York see that he still cares. That there's still love. That he appreciates York's very presence.