It surprises people, sometimes, that Rosita likes to hug; they don't know the half of it, though. Sometimes she thinks that she can get through anything, anything, if she can just put her arms around someone and hold on tight, and have them hold onto her just as tight.

They've gone awkward now between the two of them, but she doesn't even hesitate on this. She barely waits for him to reach for her before she's pulling him in tight, arms wrapped around without reservation to keep him close.