So I took it. I took his fingers, then skimmed mine until I touched his palm. Slowly, he pulled me toward him, toward them. Then he did the last thing I ever would have expected. Alexander, The Defender, the hero, the icon who dropped f-bombs, hugged me. His chin went to the top of my head as he pulled me into him. One arm went around my shoulders, the other around the middle of my back, and he hugged me tighter than I’d ever been hugged before. Plastering my front to his. Folding me up in those strong limbs.
