[when Tek's arms loop around Robin's shoulders in return, it's initially a sort of containing action--following that same urge to ground the unpredictable demigod. but once it's clear that Robin is hooked onto him pretty securely, he doesn't let them drop again.
part of it is not knowing what else to do with himself, really. he can't remember the last time that someone had latched onto him with so much affection. and the rest of it... well, he can't find much reason to remove himself from this when he's so starved for a sense of safety. there's nothing to look over his shoulder for, here.
and who is there to see him? he is so very far from any prying eyes that he could care about; even the gods themselves might be gone. he doesn't have to play by old rules, at least not right now. he'll make a plan and rebuild walls and traps later. for now, he can stay right where he is and not care.]
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part of it is not knowing what else to do with himself, really. he can't remember the last time that someone had latched onto him with so much affection. and the rest of it... well, he can't find much reason to remove himself from this when he's so starved for a sense of safety. there's nothing to look over his shoulder for, here.
and who is there to see him? he is so very far from any prying eyes that he could care about; even the gods themselves might be gone. he doesn't have to play by old rules, at least not right now. he'll make a plan and rebuild walls and traps later. for now, he can stay right where he is and not care.]