[Allison knows she's spooked him, so she doesn't hold it against him...but for a second, a lump rises in her throat. Tig smells like leather and gun oil, maybe a little cigarette smoke...for Allison, it's the smell of home, the way her dad always smells, especially just after a deal when he went drinking with a client.
It makes her hold onto Tig a little tighter for a second until the lump fades, and she can trust herself to draw back, offering him a wan smile.]
For future reference? I died, I didn't break any bones. You can hug me back if I hug you.
[And she does plan to hug him in the future...for her own selfish reasons, and because maybe he needs it. Yep, she's going to have to start hugging him every time she sees him.]
[infirmary bonding spam]
It makes her hold onto Tig a little tighter for a second until the lump fades, and she can trust herself to draw back, offering him a wan smile.]
For future reference? I died, I didn't break any bones. You can hug me back if I hug you.
[And she does plan to hug him in the future...for her own selfish reasons, and because maybe he needs it. Yep, she's going to have to start hugging him every time she sees him.]