"He doesn't want to kill us," Wheatley hissed. "He wants to obliterate us with maths. No, no, I like maths just fine but-- Did all of this crashing around completely reverse your brain damage?" Wheatley gripped the poor man tightly on the shoulders and gave him not one, but three full shakes before he wrapped his arms around him.

He'd seen Handy hug Jack quite a lot.

And it made them both smile.

Wheatley swallowed and stepped back. He didn't actually feel like smiling. He felt a little scared instead. "Now, don't take this the wrong way, but-- But I'm pretty sure he's going to kill us. With maths. It was easier to sugar coat all of that when you were brain damaged."