"I'm all right," Hugo protested, or tried. His attempt was weak and he didn't make any concerted effort to pull away from Adrian. The man was solid, steady, and surprisingly soft. It was hard to struggle against those factors. Hugo could be stubborn, but he wasn't daft. The way his head was spinning, he knew that without the bloke's help, he'd probably take one step forward and fall flat on his face.
And he happened to like his face the way it was.
"Thanks," muttered Hugo, keeping his gaze trained to the goal posts. "I guess I'm more out of practice than I thought. I've been living like a Muggle up until recently," he admitted, dragging up any excuse he could to keep from looking like an utter pansy.
Why he cared what Adrian thought of him would remain unexamined. At least for now.