[He's wary when she stands and starts closer, and he rubs at his eyes. He knows it's too late to act like he wasn't crying, isn't, but at least he can erase all the evidence he can.
When she hugs him, there's a split second where he thinks about shoving her off and running away, finding some place to hole up. It's the only thing that's worked for him in the past, and he thinks of the priest's hole below the moor. Instead, he just drops his chin over her shoulder, and wraps his arms around her. It feels good, better, more right than he thought it would. He doesn't want to think about it. He just wants to hold her - and maybe be held.]
Re: Spam
When she hugs him, there's a split second where he thinks about shoving her off and running away, finding some place to hole up. It's the only thing that's worked for him in the past, and he thinks of the priest's hole below the moor. Instead, he just drops his chin over her shoulder, and wraps his arms around her. It feels good, better, more right than he thought it would. He doesn't want to think about it. He just wants to hold her - and maybe be held.]
I'm sorry. [It's practically a whisper.]