That got a smile out of him as he pulled his cane into his hands and pushed himself up from his chair. Now that he was standing, his size became a little bit clearer; tall, with a pair of shoulders that seemed to go for miles, built like he could punch his way straight through a car. One foot, turned unnaturally, made it clear why he needs the cane, but he moved well enough as he made his way over to her and carefully wrapped a single arm around her shoulders. She got a warm squeeze. All of his hugs were warm, of course, but this one was special.

As he pulled back, he tipped his head towards floor where most of her workshop was situated with a thoughtful frown. Does she have time to spend with him? A glance around the building. And are her coworkers here? He would like to meet them at some point. Abby'd been over for Thanksgiving the one year, which had gone... interestingly. But he liked her, quite a lot really, so it would be nice to say hello to the rest.