It's nice normal stuff to hear. Better than he would have managed to get out of them, even if he'd wanted to actually help out before. York is good for them, good for everything. A safe pair of hands.

There's a kind of peace in it, in knowing what he's going to do, in having this planned out. It'll hurt like hell, assuming he survives. But it's the right thing. He hasn't had that certainty for a long time.

As it is, he reaches out to drag York back down for a kiss. "I think you've adopted."