[York pauses for a moment. He can't remember the last time someone thanked him for his military service; it's not like he deserves it. But his face softens anyway and he sits.]

I decided to fight hoping that someday, they wouldn't. Have to, I mean.

[He scoots his chair in and gestures at Tobias's plate with his fork.]

Go ahead, dig in, kid. There's a little left in the pot, too, let me know if you want seconds when you're done.