Troy was a hugger. It took a lot to propel a person into 'hugs' territory, but once there, he would always greet that way, often with a name exclaimed like he hadn't seen the person in years, even if it had only been two days. Of course, in Jean's case, a lot more time had passed.
"Hullo," he greeted as he came out the front, marmalade-free phone stuffed into a vest pocket. That's right. He was wearing a vest. In July. And then? Hug time - he'd try, and if Jean didn't want to hug, well. That was fine; she could duck him instead. "Seems a lovely night for sitting on the porch. And tea. Do you want tea?"
There might already have been a kettle on. Even if Jean didn't want tea, Troy did.