"Okay. All right." It's a clearly-stated point, harsh as it is, and Jack doesn't follow him any further. He's said his bit, York's said his, and . . . that's it, maybe. He leans back against the door, nodding slightly.

"I just wanted to make sure it wasn't the end of us." Which. Maybe it is. But tiresome or no, he's never presumed to know these things until he asks.