Techie looked like a cross between a marathon runner and a man high on stims: cheeks flushed and eyes dazed, pupils blown open wide. That was incredible. He’d never, ever felt this amount of peace. Even while he slept the nightmares crawled into his veins. But now? Techie could sense that he was free. 

“H-how…? No, I should be thanking you!” He leapt forward without a care, pulling him into an instinctive hug. This touching thing was growing on him.