It's a tie, a pin counts in his head, but that's not really the point. It's not the point, because they're here and they're together and they are in synch in a way that he's never been before with anyone. Part of him sees this as strange and different and like an alert, but that's far away. He's so inside of this moment that when York kisses him, it just feels like a natural thing, a natural extension of what they are. He lets it fill him, kisses back, presses back, pulls him in.