The wings make his own shoulder blades twitch uncomfortably but he doesn't shy away from them when they shift. This is Zack. Or... what's left of him. And it twists in his gut and a part of him wishes he'd never bothered save the damn Planet in the first place because this was what it did to them all, in the end. Zack deserves better than that. Better than this.

His grip is firm when he raises his own arm, hand catching his friend's forearm and holding on tight. Maybe just a little too tight but he tries to keep his grip controlled. Tries not to damage what's already been damaged.

"Yeah. It's me, Zack." The words come out a little rough at their edges, result of his suddenly tight throat and the sting in his eyes but he's not going to give up or let go this time. This time he's going to be strong enough. "I'm here to get you whole again."