I don't know if it'll help, but I guess it doesn't hurt to try.

[There wasn't much that helped Jack's brand, not even surgery, like the vault device that had been punched into his face had... altered something on a fundamental level. Something that can't be undone.]

[In the dim light, he felt kind of foggy, a little hazy at the edges, both in his brain and physically. Like he'd been gaussian blurred. More weirdness from his new monster bits. Thanks, fog god, he hated it.]

It's fine. I mean, when have I not wanted you to touch me?

[If it was Majima, it was fine. Sure, the shadow tentacles were a new weirdness, but it was still his boyfriend and Tim never minded it when he got his hands on him. So, really, same thing, just more appendages to do the touching with. He reached out and ran his fingers along one of the curling, impatient tendrils, just to see what they felt like.]

But, uh, I call big spoon.