[L was a nightwalker, briefly. Some parts of it did not suit him, to a comical degree; others were custom made for his predilections, to the point where one would be forgiven for understanding the mad impulse that drove him to choose it in the first place.
He did a lot of listening in that career track; not much touching. He seizes and stiffens when Sansa reaches for him and envelops him in an embrace. He's tense and afraid because of it, but there's also something wound deep in his chest that seems to loosen slightly when her arms and shoulders press against him.]
You're not wrong... I had a feeling that you would.
[And he's only a little bit ashamed, so great is his need.]
I don't really know how to hug. Is it truly alright if I try?
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He did a lot of listening in that career track; not much touching. He seizes and stiffens when Sansa reaches for him and envelops him in an embrace. He's tense and afraid because of it, but there's also something wound deep in his chest that seems to loosen slightly when her arms and shoulders press against him.]
You're not wrong... I had a feeling that you would.
[And he's only a little bit ashamed, so great is his need.]
I don't really know how to hug. Is it truly alright if I try?