This is a hug, Rosso. Something those that are not about to engage in intercourse do with one another when they wish to be companionable. A gesture of affection between family and friends.

[He shrugs and settles more comfortably against Isaac's side, arm not moving in the slightest. It's something he'd done with Crows, with Jack and Eugene. Something light and easy and without any pretense beyond desiring physical contact with no desire to do anything more. Uncomplicated.

And yet here, with Isaac, they are a thoroughly complicated thing due to what they had been, what they'd done, and where they were.]

Despite how very much of an ass I had acted- I would like to think of you as a friend. I would not jump in front of an axe for just anyone.