[ He rested his head against Abbacchio again, breathing out a snort of laughter. ]

Yeah, yeah, I'd rather you didn't. The last thing I want is for you to start associating me with taking a shit.

[ He'd already said thank you enough, it might have made things awkward if he kept singing his praises the way he had been. Ultimately, this was warm and he didn't mind the contact. It was practice or something, he needed it since some of his other hugs had been equally weird.

Instead of saying anything else, he just brought his other arm up around to pull in a little more. More contact, more chroma and weirdly comforting. You know, aside from the fact that he was really in a position to notice how stacked Abbacchio was. ]

Dude, have you always been this ripped?

[ Way to keep things neutral. ]