[The hug is a relief that he clings to for as long as Lup allows it, and then as soon as she's moving to the bed he follows. There's only clothes and a few books on there, all of which can be shoved aside as he curls up next to her, taking her hand again.

He feels like a little kid, lost and scared and grateful that at least he has Lup, but he's not sure if that's enough.]

It's a long fucking story, Lulu. [It's a shitty one that he's not sure how to explain, because despite everything, despite telling Lup most of the truth, he's not ready to tell her about Lucretia's betrayal.

Which is why he quickly adds:] Lucretia is here, from earlier than you, just after we got Fisher. I haven't told her this shit.