Watching him go is something else. He throws himself into it, and he can see the joy in him at being so unrestrained. So free. How long has it been since he let himself go for the sheer fun of it?

Not that 'fun' is something he often thinks of, but when York comes sprawling to a stop, there's no other word that comes to mind. He finds himself smirking before reaching down to offer a hand up.

"I take it you're not disappointed."