It's like regular bonding, but between two men, [ Claude generously provides; he may know more about gender norms than Rafal, but being raised by a warrior-queen and having Hilda as his best friend and right-hand man has certainly skewed things somewhat.
Still, he gets to his feet, brushing a few errant crumbs from off of his shirt (there are some clinging stubbornly to the fabric that he likely will not notice until he goes to bed tonight) and opens his arms. ]
But... all right, if you say so! Bring 'er in!
[ For all of his professed inexperience with the art of the embrace, Claude isn't actually a bad hugger. He can't coax a good hug out of stone, but he remembers being swept into Nader's arms as a lad, how safe and warm he'd felt, and Claude himself is a gregarious enough fellow to be able to replicate that to the best of his abilities.
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Still, he gets to his feet, brushing a few errant crumbs from off of his shirt (there are some clinging stubbornly to the fabric that he likely will not notice until he goes to bed tonight) and opens his arms. ]
But... all right, if you say so! Bring 'er in!
[ For all of his professed inexperience with the art of the embrace, Claude isn't actually a bad hugger. He can't coax a good hug out of stone, but he remembers being swept into Nader's arms as a lad, how safe and warm he'd felt, and Claude himself is a gregarious enough fellow to be able to replicate that to the best of his abilities.
Albeit with much, much smaller arms. ]