Mia didn't tend to think many people's words were inadequate, especially if they were genuine and truthful. And Oliver didn't get deep and emotional often, but when he did it was genuine.
And this was a deep conversation, and she could just feel emotions welling up in her mostly good, and she'd been doing such a good job of at least seeming to have her head on straight. Then he had to go and put his hand on shoulder (which while something he'd done before, it seemed to carry much more weight now) and call her his daughter. She swallowed hard, and she could feel the moisture in her eyes.
That moron was going to make her cry.
She sniffed, and she didn't exactly know what to say to that. Oh to hell with it. She was fairly sure she wouldn't actually be able to hold it back anyway. She heard the arrow she'd been holding clatter to the floor and she sort of tossed her arms around his neck for a hug.
Hey at least if she really started going (and she totally was) he couldn't see it.