[Ocelot isn't sure if it's real either... the nexus had fucked with them already. He has the sense that Liquid might be ripped from his grasp again at any second, so he squeezes tighter... but he can't look at Liquid that way, so he finally pushes back enough that he can keep his hands on him but be able to look him over.]

...Don't you do that again, Liquid...

[He stretches a hand up, stroking clumps of dirt from his hair.]