North tries not to be too much of a nuisance when he's doing this, and he's surprised when York tracks him down. Even if it's just rambling along the path between the house and the bar. He blinks at the insistent thump into his shoulder, then snorts a laugh, spurred on by the little flicker of empathy that sparks off of Theta.

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment, and not that teenage me was driving you insane," he murmurs wryly, obligingly remaining still and hooking an arm around York to ruffle his hair.