"So, here it is," York says. He's never been diagnosed with ADHD but the place shows signs of that sort of thing—some overflowing baskets of papers on the desk, a few spices sitting out on the counter from the last time he cooked—things like that. Thankfully he'd done the dishes recently.

"You want anything?" he asks. "I have some club soda with lime, some cola, and uh..."

He opens the fridge and roots around a bit.

"Couple cans of orange soda."