York makes a face when he touches her shoulder, like she's smiling to cover up a cringe, or maybe it's the other way around. Either way, it's just nerves, and hers are a little frayed just from the sheer charge of this conversation. The tension melts from her shoulders with a breath, though, because more than anything, she's relieved. This could've been so much worse. She manages a smile, a real one.

"I'm not so easy to lose, you know. This is my apartment." She drops her gaze if only because she can't handle that sincere look on his face for more than a minute at a time, reaching for her water. She rubs her thumb along the edge of the glass. Her smile widens by just a touch. "I guess I wouldn't say no to a date."