The yank is surprising and he tenses, arm bracing him up against the bed to keep himself up. But he realizes what she's doing quickly enough and relaxes with a sigh, letting himself sink down against her. The gesture is familiar, and strangely comforting, but he's not sure if she's doing this for him or for her own sake.

"I don't know." It's strange to think about them out loud to someone else (especially now that he isn't intoxicated), but he can see his clawed hand, pale and spider-like, resting right near his chest. It reminds him of them a little more and he curls up against Euri without much further thought.

"Finch would think it's a good idea. They love that sort of thing. They're the ones that gave us all names to begin with."