He hugs her tightly in return, closing his eyes and giving her a light kiss on the cheek, and he only moves back a step or two in order to write, close enough to knock against her arm a little bit now and again.

Physical comfort is the only kind he can really offer. At least she's someone who'll probably appreciate it, though.

He smiles at her face, scribbling a little unsteady as they walk.
"No vegetables is good for me. How do you feel about pepperoni and sausage?"