[indeed, it’s only a few minutes before Hange is rapping on his door, dressed practically in sweatpants and a button-up shirt. Warren only has to open the door before she’s laughing and extending her arms, palms facing each other. She ambles towards him, arms out, it’s pretty clearly telegraphed? It’s a hug, hug incoming, hug incoming, INCOMING HUG, HUG INCOMING —]
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