Okay- okay. There are possible explanations for this. Maybe York's been here longer - he'd got the impression he wasn't exactly entering the first class through. Maybe he's seen some extremely superpowered nightmare fuel. But even missing him, even going through who knows what, he's surprised by the intensity of that hug, and pats his back solidly, helmets knocking together in a lazy headbutt.

"Hey, it's okay." He's not sure what exactly he's reassuring him of. It. "Good to see you too."

That can't be the half of it, and he knows it, but getting into the brass tacks? That's not what you do in the middle of a job. Not if it seems even remotely avoidable. Which . . . this actually seems like it might not be, if whatever it is has reached the ignoring-people-standing-nearby stage. Not injury, he thinks. York's suit still looks solid.

"You doing okay?"