[He allows himself to be held, but he can't relax. The reassurances are nice, but the only go so deep when there's a voice in his head that sounds just like his own telling him it's all for nothing. It's true, he doesn't want to hurt anyone. But that's not his true nature, is it? Those feelings are a revision imposed by Tristan -- his whole self is a fantasy made for someone else's enjoyment. A fresh coat of paint over an ugly truth. Tristan's telling him he's strong, but at the same time someone else is accusing him of being nothing but a decorative automaton, and he feels like his own thoughts are being drowned out between the two. It's noisy and confusing and it hurts, so all he knows to do is shrink in on himself and cry in Tristan's arms.]