Andrew furrows his brow at James. "That's right," he thinks aloud. "I would have expected you'd be an android when you got all back together."

Andrew sighs and uncurls from James's side, letting his feet down. "You're stalling," he points out. He reaches a hand out, which the other takes, tugging him to his feet. Touch alone doesn't do it, as both of them sort of feared and hoped it would -- but a moment later, as they awkwardly huddle against each other with twin looks of concentration, it happens. Their forms seem to lose coherence for a moment, almost as if they were liquifying and flowing together. In the blink of an eye, though, Andrew resolidifies in one piece, looking a bit dazed.