He's really about to do something about that serious look, but it turns out that York is...perfectly fine with it.

Not sure what to make of this one. He's a different breed altogether. Not new. Lost his partner. By all means he should be washed up or too depressed to go on, but here he is.

"Until you aren't covered black and blue from head to toe, because then it will mean you're catching on." A light, polite smile.