[He smiles just a little against her shoulder, and he doesn't think at all less of her for taking the hug, for leaning into him at all. He didn't realize how much he missed having contact like this, either, and though it's no substitute for a mother's hug, it's better than the lack of contact he's largely become accustomed to.]
You're still a bitch, [But there's something almost affectionate in his voice.] But you're welcome. [He goes silent again, arms around her, until he thinks, maybe it's been too long, he doesn't want her to think he's some pansy. So he straightens, slides his hands to her hips and then lets go entirely, looking around.]
Spam
You're still a bitch, [But there's something almost affectionate in his voice.] But you're welcome. [He goes silent again, arms around her, until he thinks, maybe it's been too long, he doesn't want her to think he's some pansy. So he straightens, slides his hands to her hips and then lets go entirely, looking around.]
Where'd the cat go?