He asks. Everyone thinks to ask, to allow them the choice, to give them the option. It's more than they've ever...more than they deserve, really. No rushing forward, assuming one thing means another. No grabbing hold because don't be ridiculous, everyone loves hugs. Don't you dare try and squirm away. You owe me for this, sweetie, because I'm the one who puts the roof over your head. The least you can do is just stand still and -




And they move forward, slow, easy, careful, to wrap their arms around him. It's okay. It's just him.

It's just him.

"It's okay."