[The other toys shift to fill the space they were in, their own way of supporting Woody, by moving the crush of toys around to let the three be close. Mr. and Mrs. Potatohead sit across from them now and for once, Mr. Potatoehead doesn't say anything that might be upsetting. He's not good at gentle so he opts to say nothing to Woody, just quietly whispering normal conversation like everyone else. Business as usual, nothing to see here, Woody will get neither mockery nor pity.]

[It what he needs right now. Everyone going on like everything's normal.]

[Woody lets Buzz and Jessie join him at both sides and scoots to try to give Jessie the most room as possible while she stays close, so she doesn't feel stifled. He doesn't look either of them in the face, but his shoulders relax slightly from how he'd had them hunched up with brittle tension.]

[Holding Forky practically in his lap, almost like a parent holding a child on their lap on a plane trip, he reaches his free hand up to hold onto Jessie's hand at his shoulder, returning the contact, giving her something to help ground her. He'd put an arm around her shoulders but they'd learned that always made her feel more boxed in. What comforted her most was a tether to something outside her anxiety but where she didn't feel smothered. Hand-holding was therefore usually the best.]

[He segues off of what Buzz said, and starts telling stories, hoping that it'll give Jessie something else to focus on, too.]

Oh yeah. They're always a good time. In fact, one time Buzz, Jessie, and I got taken on a road trip and we...

[And he fills the quiet with experience and whispered old stories and a promise of new things, because that's just what he does.]