Iggy just shakes his head and laughs silently.

See? You're funny.

It's easy to smile instead of talk about how it feels to be used, about the strange ways one can combat that feeling. About how they wound up here, in a dark little room in some other world.

Iggy turns his hand so Wrench can trace patterns on it. His smile is soft, his posture welcoming. Everything about him invites touch.

Do I make you nervous?