"Mm. Fair." York does have that, at least. Good heart, good intentions, and enough conviction to actually face the things that don't square with those. North isn't sure if he would have cared enough to defect, without York there.

He ruffles his hand back into his hair, fluffing and smoothing out in an easy cadence. He snorts under his breath, glancing down at him. "You do remember that I've seen you twitchy before, right?"