Horrigan doesn't resist as the figure begins removing his power armor, revealing his muscular form underneath. His skin is rough and tough, covered in scars from battles past, but there's a certain vulnerability to it now that he's stripped of his protective gear. The figure takes off the helmet last, freeing Horrigan's head from its confines.

He blinks several times as he adjusts to the light and gazes down at the figure, his expression unreadable for once.

Horrigan's eyes widen slightly at the nickname, but he doesn't object to it. In fact, there's a part of him that finds it... endearing? The figure presses their body against his again and he finds himself returning the embrace, albeit more tentatively this time.

"Um," he says, clearing his throat awkwardly, "thank you... I guess." His voice is still rough but there's a hint of warmth in it now that wasn't there before.