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[ she looks at him. only him. as ever, she feels quite warm beneath the skin, like a lump of burning coal.

mumbles, ] I... I am inebriated. Nothing coming out how I mean.

That doesn’t matter. Listen to what I have to say.

[Her state, with too much drink in her veins, has no bearing on his side of this equation.]

Nothing’s changed between us. What I’ve said before, how we’re connected by our similarities, you think that bond’s so fickle to fade away just because you’ve been upset at me once or twice?

[He hated the strings connecting himself to the rest of this prison when he realized what they truly meant for him. But now, they at least prove that there is always someone… there. That they aren’t truly alone.]

It isn’t. Trust me.

[ he's killed people, Sprezzatura.

does it matter?

her eyes get kinda shiny for a moment, and she clears her throat gruffly. and just... wends her arms around him, clumsily, chin slotted in over his shoulder ]

[And what's a little murder between friends?

Ah, well. Henry is not a touchy-feely person in this sense. Hugs are foreign objects to him, and he reacts—at first—very much accordingly. Still and with his head craning down at an angle, trying to gauge at an expression he can’t clearly see.

But finally, as though his body were finally catching up to his mind, an arm drapes around her middle. His poor friend, always so overwrought.]

You’re warm. [He teases, airily.] Don’t tell me that’s all alcohol.

Only some. [ a defense mutter. she can feel the... not tension, but blankness of his posture, the lack of reaction. she's about to pull away when his arm moves around her; the blank stillness settles into her, too. a beat. two. she reaches down to pull his other arm across as well. ] You are meant to use both arms.

[When was the last time anyone gave him a hug? Or he hugged someone in return? He can’t recall — you have to give him a little leeway here, you know.

But he doesn’t resist when she pulls his other arm around her, and just clasps hold of his opposite forearm with his fingers to secure himself there.]

So you’re the expert?

I am giving very good hugs.

[ a tiny, tiny mutter into his shoulder. she does have that vibe to her; secure and warm. like a little space heater in the shape of a little woman. she'd add her tail to push that claim further, but... maybe that's too intimate for what they share ]

[Warm, secure. Though he's not exactly the one in need of a sense of security right now.]

I don't have much to compare to, but... I think I'll have to agree.

[ ffffFFFFINE, he gets the tailwrap, too. ]

Nothing could compare, of course.

[The tail! This is growth, clearly. He would find it a strange sensation if he were not once connected to a million tendrils in the Upside Down, but that’s hardly worth mentioning right now.

Instead, he lets her rest against him in that complete hug, for however long she likes.]

I see you continue to spoil me.