He can feel those touches, but they're wrong. Insubstantial and far away, like a tease of something that could be real. He still tries to focus on those little touches through the cacophony raging through his mind, trying to will himself back to flesh and bone so he can feel them for real. The lingering bits of him that are still Sherwin for the moment are railing against the fact that he can't feel Gene.

There are a lot of fears keeping him stuck though, as much as he loathes it right now. He has no organs, no body. What if he can't come back? Or what if he does and it's all wrong? What ifs are horrible and torturous things. "Wish I knew you back then."

Vern carries Luna along in his fur as he hops into the box to try and be a good, snuggling friend and rests his head in Prompto's lap, making a soft whimpering sound.