Hey, at this point, he wouldn't mind getting his spine snapped by a giant man! He can feel himself beginning to wallow in this very terrible, deeply guilty feeling, and he knows he needs to cut it out. He's not close enough with this dude to dump the full weight of his misery on him. He knows he needs to pull up on the spiral now before he has to lay motionless in the sand for the next week to recover. No one needs that, least of all him.

And so he reaches up out of the side hug, pressing his palm flat against the side of Garrot's face, a gesture he's hoping is just strange enough to lighten the mood.

"You're very sweet, despite your first impression~" he hums, and he forces himself to slide out from under Garrot's arm, taking up the tea thermos. He can take a drink here and put a little distance between them again. Yeah, he'll be fine as long as Garrot doesn't press.

"I hope that offer's still standing the rest of the week." Knowing he can go pick up a hug from someone with no strings attached is a very pleasant thought to him, honestly.