"I'm okay with you hugging me," he confirms. Speaking calmer now, slowed down compared to when he was trying to get through his point; sensing they were getting somewhere with this after all. Maybe even finally on the page.

But he wants to be firm, or reassuring as he reiterates, "I said before you can, and I'm fine with it. You're my pal, and it doesn't bug me. I even try to do it more for you." He looks at Inigo in the eye, if Inigo will look back. "Just as long as you know - it's nothing personal. It was never like that. We're all different about how we act with people. And I know you didn't mean to make me feel like the odd one out either."

Because even if Inigo's preference for such physical affection was new for him personally, and sure, odd for that reason, he's never felt anything like disgust for the other guy. He's Inigo - Inigo who works hard, who wouldn't do anything to offend another living soul intentionally. He respects him wholeheartedly.