"Like I'm ever going to let you stop hugging me," Steve said playfully, leaning down to give Gracie easy access to any part of him she wanted. He effortlessly picked her up by the waist, pulling her legs on either side of him to wrap around his waist. He hadn't anticipated the side effect of having her squeezed up close against him, in his newly-overly sensitive body, but the whip-crack of guilt that raced through Steve denied him any kind of real pleasure from it.
He was saved by a sharp "Woorow" coming from the corner, as Vincent finally weighed in his opinion on all of the activity in the compartment. Steve carefully but easily walked over to the seat and sat down beside Vincent, Gracie still twined around him like a clinging vine.
"I have someone you should meet, Gracie. This is Vincent. He's my service dog. You can pet him if you want."