York‘s emotions were very volatile, unregulated by his system that deviated in a scenario filled with panic and absolute terror. The only time a hospital like setting had been permissible was when Duncan had repaired him. He hadn’t stayed in the bed, seeking the security of his middle brother‘s arms before being taken to their shared room on a different floor.

He finally looked back to Tony, settled a bit from his mind‘s scare of the hospital. Blue to brown eyes. "There are nice people here. Like Richie," he answers back in a careful tone. And Mini, and Reeve, and Cal and the list could go a little more. Humans showed him more kindness here than in his own world that much was certain.

"Softness isn’t naivety." There is some edge to his tone but he doesn’t move to physical aggression while Tony is at the door. Hems already had to essentially relive one of his worst family memories with someone that had a striking resemblance to the antagonist of said memory, he was tired now. York goes from the wall down to the floor, curled up to take up less space in the cramped room.