[Hugging a Ghost-type is kind of weird at the best of times. Hugging period does not come naturally to someone like Fuyuhiko. But gathering Maya in a little, making a circle around her with his arms that no one else can cross--that's okay. He can do that.

Seeing Maya, doing this, it brings home the fact that everything that happened was real. He tilts his head a little, aware of the scent of Maya's hair, the fall of it over his arms.]

I gotta go back home for a while. To sort things out. [He sighs silently.] The old man's gonna bust a lung when he sees this. Savior's sweet ass help me.