Well, maybe. But I've already made up my mind. [A bit huffily, which makes him feel more like himself. Warmer. Realer.

As does the embrace, even if his whole body shivers and tenses in anticipation of it -- hurting, breaking him more, something.] It was better than it could've been. I was the smallest and weakest on the ship. It...could've been something much, much worse. But -- thank you.

[A soft sigh, Koby's cheek resting on Iggy's shoulder.] I don't think it is either, but...feeling out of control about what you're feeling is. Scary. I don't like not having control.