“Is this a pity hug?” “Do you want it to be?” The last thing I felt toward her was pity, especially now, but this was new territory for us. There’d never been a moment I could think of when she and I had ever hugged. Lennox was quiet for a moment. “It probably should be, right?” “Probably,” I agreed. “I don’t really want it to be—” “Then it isn’t,” I said. “This is whatever you need it to be.” Lennox settled into my arms, laying her head on my chest.
