[ His first response to being enveloped in Qui-Gon's hug is to stiffen. That lasts for nearly no time at all, though, because the solidity of the man - and sense memories of him - convince him very thoroughly that Qui-Gon is real.
His relaxation and return hug are different than they would have been as a younger man. His hug is tighter, but in a quiet sort of ferocity. His relaxation under Qui-Gon's hands on his shoulder more ... subtle and graceful. There's no stiff necked refusal to give, or utter collapse of having no choice but to. Just a gentle sort of give and slight yield as he lets some (most) of his panic and confusion -tension- go on a breath.
He meets Qui-Gon's eyes and smiles slightly, wind around them dying down to quiet and the damned mistletoe falling away from his ankle. ]
Hello. [ Slight, tiny, and crooked smile, but his voice is warm. ] Where are you welcoming me to?
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His relaxation and return hug are different than they would have been as a younger man. His hug is tighter, but in a quiet sort of ferocity. His relaxation under Qui-Gon's hands on his shoulder more ... subtle and graceful. There's no stiff necked refusal to give, or utter collapse of having no choice but to. Just a gentle sort of give and slight yield as he lets some (most) of his panic and confusion -tension- go on a breath.
He meets Qui-Gon's eyes and smiles slightly, wind around them dying down to quiet and the damned mistletoe falling away from his ankle. ]
Hello. [ Slight, tiny, and crooked smile, but his voice is warm. ] Where are you welcoming me to?