"Alright."

That was about all she needed to go ahead and hug him. It was kind of a tricky thing since he was on the ground, so she ended up on top of him in a strangely not-friend-like way. But that's why the qualifier was there: This was a friend action, not anything else, so obviously neither of them would think it was anything else. She laid right down and wrapped her arms around him and squeezed, her head tucked a little awkwardly on his chest. If it was any comfort she didn't force the contact outside of the acceptable almost-minute.

"You're an idiot," But that might not have been what he was expecting to hear when she sat up. "If my taste in men is shit then your constant downplaying of your own actions and of how much you're needed is just as bad." And then she gave him his space once more, straightening out her top. There. She was comforting. "Keep doing this shit and I'll kick you in the shins, Bert. There isn't just one kind of hero in every world that happens to exist. There are a bunch of different kinds, and you are certainly one of them. And don't argue with me, either. I gave you a hug." So he couldn't argue you with her.