The boy held his man who used to be a triangle. The man smiled as he was held. It made him feel warm inside. Good warm, not 'oh no this door's on fire' warm. The man never knew feelings like this one, except in a foggy memory that he'd rather forget about. There was something prickling in the man's brain, dangerous and weird, but he pushed it away. There was no time for that, not anymore. The man pulled away from the boy and whistled as he looked around. It's black and white. "Would you like it...if I was real?"