[L moves through the world in a way that suggests he's both very disrespectful of his surroundings, and paradoxically very afraid of affecting or changing them in any way. He touches things lightly, skulks instead of strides, and always, always assumes that his touch is not wanted, even when it's invited or asked for.
So he hugs her back. It's an awkward thing; he's taller than she is, standing at a scrawny and hunched 5'10". Though their arms and shoulders touch, there's a fair amount of distance between their bodies. It seems to work, however; the shade is retreating, and oh yes, L notices. Comprehension lights up his dark eyes and he squeezes her a little tighter against the painful, sharp brace of his collarbones.]
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So he hugs her back. It's an awkward thing; he's taller than she is, standing at a scrawny and hunched 5'10". Though their arms and shoulders touch, there's a fair amount of distance between their bodies. It seems to work, however; the shade is retreating, and oh yes, L notices. Comprehension lights up his dark eyes and he squeezes her a little tighter against the painful, sharp brace of his collarbones.]