[He smiles, not looking threatened or anything, but he can't help but worry; it's encoded into his DNA by now. He just keeps his hands on her shoulders, supportive, even after she lets go a little.]

No, no, it's nothing to be sorry about.

I just — I wasn't sure if something was wrong.

...

You were just hugging to hug? Nothing serious happened?

[LB why whatchu doing missy]