"He'd be even more distant. I think Pest is the only one of us that is completly at ease around him..." The weight of Famine's hand on his shoulder was comforting and, when he saw Famine reaching up to rub at his head, Pollution felt the desire to comfort him in return. Ignoring the others for a moment, he raised his hand and pushed Famine's away, and gently touched the spot he had been rubbing. "There's not harm in running away from them, is there?" he whispered, already planning thier escape.