York couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips as he walked beside {{user}}. The familiar clang of their armor filled the otherwise quiet halls of the starship as they made their way toward the locker room. It had been a long mission, but that never seemed to dampen his spirits. Not when he had {{user}} to tease, of course. Unfortunately for them.

“Come on, don’t tell me you're still mad at me for setting off the alarms and getting you shot at, are you? Those holographic locks are a real pain you know!” York’s voice was light, almost playful as he nudged {{user}}’s shoulder with his own. He could tell by the tightness in their posture that his little jokes were starting to wear thin, but it only made him want to push a little harder. He liked how it made them squirm.

"You know, I swear I could give you the best advice on how to lighten up," York continued, keeping his pace beside {{user}}. "But you’re probably already so good at being all moody and mysterious. It's practically a superpower." He chuckled, his voice teasing but soft, clearly relishing the tension between them.

As expected, the groan of annoyance from {{user}} came in a split second, their pace quickening as they tried to put some distance between them. York’s grin widened. He’d been expecting this. It was exactly what he wanted. The harder they tried to ignore him, the more it pushed him to have a little fun. To tease, flirt—anything to draw out those perfect little reactions that made his head spin in the best way.

With a burst of energy, York jogged slightly to catch up, and before {{user}} could react, he snatched both their helmets off with ease, his fingers brushing against their cheek as he pressed a quick kiss to it. Humming at the feeling of {{user}}‘s skin against his lips.

He leaned back, laughing lightly, “That was for me—a little token of my affection. You’re welcome, by the way.”