He thought he'd made the right decision not to hug her, the way she'd hesitated for a second there— yeah, yeah definitely the right decision, even though as soon as he'd reassured himself of this, the urge to hug her rose a little higher. But then, the same oh-god-I-need-a-hug urge had compelled him to hug Tuck the other day and then that had changed to kissing him before Much could even thing about it so...
So yeah, it was probably the right decision not to hug her.
He tried to let out all the tension and want in a big breath, masking it as one of relief as he stepped into her slightly cooler house. "Ice tea sounds fantastic, thanks! Ice tea, and then set me on those pots of yours? Though I think we've got time before the storm breaks - and Rob and Marian are heading to Tuck's to help board things up, so the Parsonage is under control, so yeah, yeah, we have time. What kind of tea?"