There's an indignant noise - one he will deny later at all costs - as she pulls the smaller man to him to embrace him. He's tense, waiting for the panels to be pried open, the parts to be pulled out-

-and it doesn't come. Instead it's just the warm pressure of another being holding him close. And it didn't hurt.

It didn't hurt.

"Fuck." It's all he can whisper as he holds her with a tight, almost clawing grip. Like she's about to be torn away. His voice comes in a whisper, spoken like secrets. "This is supposed to be my body. And then people hurt the one I'm in outside of here. Pulled me apart and called me plastic."