That's...not what he's been expecting. He figured there would be more...anger over it. But maybe it's been long enough that Wash has just...moved on?

Leaning over to collect his own helmet, mirroring Wash's actions since he's guessing that means they're leaving, York listens as he straightens back up. Hmm... Convenient vacancy in Wash's room? He's more than okay with that.

"Luck has always been on my side," he quips, taking a step or two closer to Wash. For a second, York just watches the other man's face, not sure if what he wants to do is really all that welcome yet, but... Sue him, it's been years and he fucking missed the guys. So yeah, leaning in, he tries to catch Wash's lips for a gentle kiss.