[And people claimed that Alastor gave mixed signals.]
[As usual, Alastor tenses at the sudden hug, smile and eyes wide as if he were caught in a set of headlights. His eyes flick about, trying to find something, anything, that might dispel the awkwardness.]
[Slowly, awkwardly, Alastor reaches up to pat Angel on the back, returning the hug in his own way.]
...I take it you like this better than the canolis?
[It's a lame attempt at some levity, but he hopes it works.]
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[As usual, Alastor tenses at the sudden hug, smile and eyes wide as if he were caught in a set of headlights. His eyes flick about, trying to find something, anything, that might dispel the awkwardness.]
[Slowly, awkwardly, Alastor reaches up to pat Angel on the back, returning the hug in his own way.]
...I take it you like this better than the canolis?
[It's a lame attempt at some levity, but he hopes it works.]