It felt comforting to have Mustang's warmth next to him. It felt familiar, like the way Florence would lean into him on the couch after a hard days work. She'd curl up into the gap between the arm of the sofa and his body and lay her head on his chest. He would smell the faded lemon of her shampoo and hold her body close to his feeling safer than he'd ever done before. Mustang didn't smell like Florence, didn't even really feel like her but his body remembered what a comfort it was to have his body fit with another's and it was only his brain that could tell it whether it was right or not. Right now his brain didn't know what was correct or incorrect.
Lot looked up at Hagar recognition scratching at the base of his brain. Orion? Orion...Orion! "I've met her," he said after a pause, "She seems harmless enough, quiet, detached like most Enks. Hunter isn't she?" he asked though it mattered not what it was that she did. What did concern him was the same thing that concerned Hagar and that was Hope's exposure to a stranger, "Want me to have a word?" he asked. Though she'd never been hostile towards him she had been a woman and thought that perhaps picking a fight with a larger male not the best idea by herself...not that he was a prize fighter but he had height on her, and muscle mass.