He pulled away from the bars to watch, but he didn't have much hope of anything happening because he barely had to strength to stand, so how he could he expect the familiar warmth to have the strength to bend bars? He wasn't worth the risk and yet, his blue eyes opened wide when the blond tried anyway, forced to the limits for him when all they had was that sense of familiarity and nothing more than that. Maybe it was enough; maybe it made him understand that it would always been worth the effort.

At the warning screech of the metal bars, he suddenly threw his body against them, finding strength he didn't know that he had to shove his feet against one and his only working arm against the other, helping to contort the metal apart enough where he could consider being able to properly hold the other man. If anything, the fear lent him new strength as he shoved harder before he was left a panting mess.

Yet, guards and scientists spelled a certain kind of disaster and they were all lining up outside of his door. He pressed against the bars before looking at the source of warmth, the only good thing in his current miserable existence. What would he give to keep it?

Everything.

He suddenly pressed to the bent bars as the guards worked the locks of his cage open. He managed to force his head through the contorted metal and struggled, thrashed and pulled to get his shoulders through to the blond's side of the bars even as the noise in the area increased as scientists and guards yelled orders and tried to increase their speed. "Don't let them part us," he pleaded with the blond as he wiggled his shoulders enough to get to the other side, tearing bandages and scraping flesh as he went. Once his shoulders were almost entirely inside, he was aware of guards crowding closer to make a grab for his legs.

"Stevie!" Blasphemy fell from his lips, ripping from the abyss of memories.