[He does stand, and when she hugs him he doesn't hesitate in the least before giving her a tight hug in return. It might be a pretty strange one for her: he's big and broad and strong, which should in theory make him a great hugger, but then there's also the cold and lifeless thing.
On his end, he seems perfectly happy. He's actually kind of grateful, in a strange way; he has friends here, but even some of them have been distressingly reluctant to touch him. He's smiling when they break away from each other, giving her shoulder a quick squeeze before dropping his hand.]
Of course. Come by any time, okay? My door's always open to a fellow undead.
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On his end, he seems perfectly happy. He's actually kind of grateful, in a strange way; he has friends here, but even some of them have been distressingly reluctant to touch him. He's smiling when they break away from each other, giving her shoulder a quick squeeze before dropping his hand.]
Of course. Come by any time, okay? My door's always open to a fellow undead.