Wing. Look. It's either hugging or they're going to, I don't know, kill us and recycle us or something.

[A quiet growl about that 'watch my back' comment. Oh, you'll have someone watching your back. Whether you want him to or not.]

Hnf. Would have thought you'd have hugged your fraggin' arms off by now, painted a couple of bridges, rescued puppies from trees...

[All that nauseating goody goody scrap.]