Dorien froze on the spot, arms locked at his side. No sudden movements, or else she might realizing her mistake, and… He didn’t know. Punch him? Shove him away? That would have been worse than this weird case of hugging.
Was she sick? He hadn’t gotten a good look at her before she had thrown her arms around his shoulders and pulled her close, so maybe she could be? Admittedly, she looked as she always did…
Surreptitiously, Dorien turned and tilted his head enough until he could rest his temple against her forehead. He didn’t feel a temperature, but maybe… Maybe she was feeling affectionate? Maybe someone was too much of an asshole for her to punch and she was frustrated?
He hugged her back, after an internal argument with himself over the likeliness of mind control, and smiled. He planned to ask her what was going on in a moment.