The soothing sound served as that calming blanket, but a jagged, frustrated little edge dug into their resonance when Gamzee urged him to let him help.

/What... Do you think I'm trying to do? Help me... I am letting you HELP me.../

Gradually, though, his struggling subsided, and he more or less went limp and pliable in Gamzee's hands, transforming fully into his Weapon form for the first time since he'd initially forgotten how.