Pushing back from the desk, the chair skid against the carpet as she extended her hand. He took hold of it, letting her take the lead of this visit. His anger would eventually subside, just as she wished it to. The overwhelm of her appearance was enough to counter such an action, which was the power of motherhood. She held a higher rank.
He nodded in acceptance, standing, but then feeling that warmth envelope his system at her embrace. He towered over her, his own large hands wrapping swiftly around her. Though he was indeed bigger, there was no shame in letting his face rest against the crook of her neck. If he allowed the tears to come, he wouldn't hide them from her.