It's a very sweet pep talk. Very heartwarming. And North might actually comment on that, if York wasn't giving it while fussing at him hard enough that he can feel the hammock start to tip by the end of it. He glances up, and the momentary sense-impression of York wound around his neck, about to dump himself onto the floor, is enough to startle a snort of laughter out of him.

"Jesus, don't capsize up there." He leans back into him, trying to prop the pulling side back up, to keep him in the hammock he trudged all the way over here for.