"Ooookay." This was getting weird, fast, but not scary. He could deal with weird as long as it wasn't also scary.

"No, I don't mean I feel neat. I mean the squid does." He gently reaches out to take Phalanx's wrist with one hand, and a tentacle with the other, pressing it down so Phalanx can see what he means. The squid shifts a litle more, reaching out with another tentacle to balance between the two of them, making a bridge. Friendship via pseudopod. Who knew?

"See?"