She blinks several times, confusedly, in a manner consistent with someone who had in fact been dozing.

"Hey."

(Aw, now that they're sat up probably all the uncomfortableness that usually manifests as needing to fidget will all come at once and he'll be stuck with a bunch of built-up soreness.  Ugh.)

". . . . Hey . . ."

(The soreness has not arrived yet, if it's going to at all.)

Well now that he's already unentangled he can pause the music.  He spends slightly longer than necessary looking down at his phone, debating whether to - okay yeah, he's just going to stay over here on this side of the couch.  And then if she wants him back on that side, she'll ask him, which will be nice in its own right and also infinitely better than him assuming he's welcome over there and her telling him to go away or staying silent but trying to slip away after a bit, or worst of all her just bearing it without any outward indication she dislikes it and growing to resent him and it just seems safer.

"How long was that?"

"'Bout ten or fifteen minutes, I think."

"I'm - sorry . . ."

"Oh - uh, don't be.  I mean it's fine.  It was fine."

"That's very nice of you to say."

" - What are you sorry for?  Exactly?"

She freezes up a bit, in the way she did before when he asked her if she was okay, looking away, then at the floor, then up again but still well away from Ariel's face.

She looks - fearful?

" - Sorry.  Sorry.  Just uh, if you had something specific, then - I could let you know with more confidence that there wasn't anything to be sorry for?  Like if I didn't mind that specific thing.  In case you thought I was just saying that to say it.  Uh."

She nods, but doesn't seem to be able to make words come out yet even though she is clearly trying.

He'll wait for her this time.

"It was wrong of me to fall asleep on you when you're - being paid for something else - and - had just offered a hug, and - just a hug, not being.  You know.  Fallen asleep on.

"And I'm sorry."

"It's seriously fine.  I didn't mind."

"Okay."

She does not really seem okay about it - or not like not-okay but like she could use some further reassurance about it - probably it won't be too creepy if he admits -

"I mean - I liked it?  At least a little, like, uh, extended hugs:  not actually that unpleasant."

". . . Some hugs can be unpleasant."

(Oh huh, the soreness hasn't kicked in and by this point probably isn't going to, that's nice and weird and nice.)

"Well, that one wasn't."

"Oh."

"We could.  Keep doing it, if you wanted?  Only if you wanted," he says, parroting the last part with a hint of a smile to let her know he's doing it intentionally, and because it's better for her to have an opportunity to laugh it off if she in fact doesn't want to.

In answer, she scoots over to him this time, and tentatively starts wrapping her arms around him.

Objectively this should not be that different from them already sitting pretty close to each other, which (thankfully) lost its novelty pretty quickly.  However, the fact that he is now something that could loosely be described as 'cornered', even though if Hana has literally any amount of domminess she's certainly not displaying it here, has him a bit flustered again.  For some goddamn reason.

Conveniently, hugging someone back does not involve anything particularly complicated, so the fact that his brain has a program that's freezing everything else up and needs to be shut down manually with the task manager is not super a problem.

Hug hug.

. . . Very tentative back rub?