[ Or she's at Archer's crying over Hiro being a DOUCHEBAG you mean, but no he isn't expecting her to practically jump and latch on in a hug. He just about manages to save the box bag of macarons by holding one arm to the side, but the other is sliding straight around her shoulders as his face buries in her hair to just remember how to breathe.
His fingers pull at her clothes a little, eyes squeezing tightly shut.
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His fingers pull at her clothes a little, eyes squeezing tightly shut.
All he can say is a soft: ] You're safe.