[Liquid allowed him to tug him towards the river, feeling amused and grateful. Grateful to the Nexus at large, for allowing him back, even in such a horrifying way. His nightmares are going to be plentiful for a while. He kicked off his shoes, tapping them together to get the dirt off, before ignoring Ocelot's words about rinsing off and simply stepping into the water, trousers and all. He disappears beneath for just a moment before returning to the surface and smiling at Ocelot.]

You can rinse off. This is the first thing other than Brother and you that I've had physical contact with in seven days.

[Sensory deprivation wasn't exactly a happy thing.]