[Hugs... at first he's not completely sure about those, still seeming like he's a little out of it - checking out his surroundings purely out of instinct, assessing for dangers, all of it. But then the fact that he's being hugged actually registers somewhere in that stupid brain of his, and he turns to look down at who's doing it -]
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But then the fact that he's being hugged actually registers somewhere in that stupid brain of his, and he turns to look down at who's doing it -]
... Miss Evangeline...? How -
Wh -
[Aaand now the rest of it registers, too.]
W-why're we... on fire?