Hunter held Rachel back, noticing how well she fit into his arms, her forehead against his collarbones. He was still figuring out human contact, and it was almost like a revelation to him, holding someone like this. It felt nice, comforting, and he discovered he had a certain fondness for Rachel. But - and he even made a mental note of it, because it stood out a little in his mind - he didn't feel anything for her beyond friendship and gratefulness. It was almost a relief, knowing he could have a physical and even emotional connection with someone without losing himself completely.
"I'm glad," he said finally, easing out of the hug. "That we're friends. Last year I would never have imagined this, but I'm so happy I was wrong. It feels really good to have friends, real friends."