[Waver glanced to Diarmuid as if expecting clearer guidelines on what was and wasn't acceptable (this was something of an awkward situation when one got down to it). Hearing nothing else, he cleared his throat and walked forward himself, trying to keep some measure of composure. Lancer opened his mouth to speak with a look that suggested he was about to launch into a list of apologies for one reason or another--recognizing that look when he saw it, Waver put his arms around the Servant's shoulders and hugged him tightly.]
It's good to see you again.
Wh-...? I--Master, what are you...?
[Lancer, meanwhile, was nowhere near accustomed to this level of affection from any Waver.]
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It's good to see you again.
Wh-...? I--Master, what are you...?
[Lancer, meanwhile, was nowhere near accustomed to this level of affection from any Waver.]