This is not a hard request for her to handle. She might be a tempest but even weather likes company and she needs just as much reassurance than he does.
The hard part is letting go of the bottle but she does, takes his hand and wanders the two steps into his embrace and hugs him tight. "You're such an asshole." she whispers and doesn't linger long. She's been getting more than her usual dose of affection lately.
When she steps back she looks at him. There's a lot of people out there that think he's her biological brother - The blond hair, the blue eyes, this capacity for fight. He'll always be her brother, they might not share the same blood but their blood has mingled plenty of times.
She hates beating around the bush. She's direct. Always has been. When it's ready to come out it comes out with no damper, no hesitation. "Bishop and I came together. We've been waitin on to tell ya. I don't know, why. Things just kept getting away from us. I love that Kentuckian hick. Kay?"