The funny thing was that Az had never really been much of a hugger before. At least before she and Jeb had gotten involved. Her mother had been loving, but distant, her father a nearly imaginary figure, and her aunt had been very much of the non-hugging type. It might wrinkle her expensive designer label clothes on her tall and fashionably bone thin frame.
Hugging just had not been in the cards for the way she was raised. It was one of the reasons she had fallen in love with Jeb, that worrying about wrinkling him was as outrageous a thought as trying to fly by jumping off the Empire State Building.
Az had to grin slightly, despite everything, when she felt his fingers at the bottom of her hair. It was one of the things she loved to tease him about, his seeming obsession with her hair. Comforting, was the best way to describe it, being able to simply be with him without having to worry about wrinkling clothes and proper 'personal space.'
She nodded against his chest, before she cracked to divulge at least the broad strokes of the conversation. To his chest. "I haven't seen or talked to him in three years, so I didn't know why he was calling me." She sighed, tightening her hold around his waist. "There's something wrong with his kidneys, and he said that there's a good chance he'll go into renal failure."