"Oh-" Pree found himself enfolded into Dieter's arms before he knew it was happening. The angle was a little awkward, at first, but Dieter was nothing if not amenable to adjustment and direction, and soon Pree had his arms around him, chin perched on Dieter's shoulder. The headphones rubbed against his jaw, but that wasn't too terribly uncomfortable.
"If it comes with hugs, I'm sure I'll always welcome the company. It's alright. We'll find you something to keep that clever mind busy." Maybe they could figure out a way out of this place... After last night, it didn't have much to recommend it.
Although Pree couldn't help consider that if he was to be sent back to Westerly and his beloved Royale, he'd likely be going all by his lonesome. As for Dieter, perhaps he'd end up back in his zombie-infested world, perhaps not. It was an unpleasant thought, so Pree jettisoned it from his mind and chose instead to enjoy the hug.