"--!"

Otacon probably didn't realize just how close he came to getting his neck snapped. Every muscle in Liquid's body went tense the moment the engineer touched him, his instincts clamoring to retaliate; any invasion of his personal space felt like an attack. His hands were halfway to Otacon's neck before he stopped himself and grabbed his shoulders instead, pushing him back at arms' length.

"Do not touch me, Otacon."