Coby'd broken enough things back at the apartment, he didn't want to do the same in the shop, and it took him a bit to realize that wasn't exactly what the titan had said.

"I'd prefer not being any more broken than I already am." He shrugged, then ran a hand through his hair. "My skin's too tight, too small when they're hidden, and when they're out, I feel gangly and awkward." Shit. It was like puberty all over again, inconvenient (metaphorical) boners and all.