"I'm going to question your idea of science if that's what you're drawing from..." he grumbles, but then the hug starts to hit and it elicits a little shiver of surprise from him.

He wasn't always a giant, so the feeling isn't completely alien. A little nostalgic, maybe. But still not the same as a tight embrace from his brother or from his mother - complicated as his feelings were on her later in life. There was a time, when he was young, when he could simply find comfort in that. The last time he felt it was the farewell before he stepped into the car to the Academy. And when he came back, she never looked at him the same way. The decades have a way of making the feeling fade to a shadow of itself.

Miguel stiffens there, trying not to get too lost in it, and taking the gesture for what it was. A ghost of the real, human thing. He sighs to himself, looking miserably on ahead. Well, the intent to comfort him was there. He just wishes that he could get more from it, touch-starved as he was.