He takes a moment to admire her, running his hand down over her side, totally serious. He means it, damnit, even if she doesn't seem to get it. He'd honestly like if she kept staying around here, kept being his roommate, kept-- doing whatever this was.

"No. I-- I dunno, I mean, I keep meaning to ask what's okay and what's not."

York's hand hesitates and then starts back up again, focusing on her with his good eye.

"If you want to go back, that's fine. But I'd like you to stay. As a girlfriend, if you want. Or you know, you could be the boyfriend. Whatever works."