It doesn't take him the same length of time to hug back down as it had the first time, too many emotions roiling in his chest, disbelief and hope and joy and heartache colliding into a beautiful, solid whole. He hadn't been used to getting things back. Had just figured out, to some extent, how to accept himself in more than the day to day oddities, and then suddenly it's not just having someone choosing to stand by his side, it's having his A-Yuan prove alive, and well, and sassy, but skilled and safe and loved.

The rabbits intrude, but considering the once upon source for their initial intrusion, he can't pretend to mind as he winds one arm around Sizhui's shoulders and hugs him in return. He's still stiff, still awkward, but notably less than the first time.

He's also first to let go, which should not be surprising either. A pat to Lan Sizhui's head, a quirk of his lips, and then reaching out to bop the nose of the rabbit peering out of his hoodie pocket once more. These clothes are so strange, but he's getting more used to seeing them.

"Oh, oh, this you'll have to see." He wraps his fingers around Sizhui's wrist to tug him along, reaching out to likewise offer to liberate him of a fluffy burden, all smiles. "It's from one of the worlds of the people made to work on substitute crew like we are. They said the plant was misnamed by people, who thought it was fully thinking like you or me or the rabbits here, because of how it acts."