techiehux:

“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.

“Ha, n-not so much! Some th-thorns got in my thumb. See?” Techie holds out his hand with the thumb out, unbothered by Foxglove wiping the dirt from his face. He was getting better about being touched, too. There’s a gash from where the thorn ripped his skin, reddened and bleeding. Luckily, he hadn’t gotten any dirt in it while working.