He tensed, and she was just about to pull away, to apologise, when he hugged back.
She blinked, trying her hardest not to cry. This wasn't her Roger, not that she needed to remind herself, it didn't feel the exact same.
But it was damn close.
Yet still not close enough.
The elevator doors opened with a soft ping, and she pulled back, sniffing slightly.
"Thanks," she said. She hesitated, not sure what was going to happen next, or even what she wanted to happen next. Part of her wanted to run and hide. But she also wanted to just stay near him, this version of him, because all the little things were coming back to her. The way he walked, his scent, and part of her wanted to drink it all in. But then, that would probably hurt more in the long run.
And she didn't think she could sit alone in her room after all of this, and though Angel would be able to help and give advice, she wasn't sure she'd be able to explain it all. Not yet.
Leaving the elevator was probably a plan, either way, so she turned to walk out, not sure how to ask what they did next.