"Thank you," Ulysses said, far more emphatic than was really warranted. But at least he seemed appeased, even if he did follow it up with folding his arms over his chest kind of awkwardly.

Illyana had never been much of a huggy person, and he really wasn't sure where they stood with that now that he was -- not old, but older.

Speaking of which, sorta:

"I've had a really fucking strange twenty four hours, Illy."