Olive appreciated the hug but she didn’t know how much she’d needed one until Harry was actually giving her one. She’d been in a car accident for Christ’s sake, her nerves were little more than frayed ends by this point, and she was just about down to fumes. The hug was like someone recharging her batteries, not to full, but enough so she could make it back to where she felt she safe again.
She smiled, catching that Harry wasn’t leading in her into a trap in asking for an explanation. “It’s quite the tale with the right number of twists to build suspense. It was a physics lesson in learning how traction plays a role in countering centripetal forces.” She scrunched up her face then, “We crashed my car…” and then her expression fell to something that acknowledged the seriousness of the situation. “Can we talk more somewhere less authoritarian?”