"Tell Kimball I'm gonna go on a supply run, get the rest of what I salvaged before someone else finds it. Shouldn't take an hour. When I get back? I'm gonna give 'em a run. See where they stand." He scoops up his dishes, at least, and heads for the kitchen. A project. He's needed one for awhile and this? This isn't a toy or trinket or money on the line.

It's kids lives.

And unlike one fucking asshole in their shared past, York's gonna do this right.