[If Hubert had been caught off-guard by the uncharacteristic use of his name, that paled before Leslie's request, where surprise visibly flickers across his face.]
From me?
[Of course from him—there was no one else, a part of his mind chides. He'd... never been a particularly comforting sort, and given how formally Leslie chose to address him and the emotional distance they usually maintained, Hubert had assumed...]
[Well. As the remainder, even if he was a poor hand at the role, he would try. Nodding, Hubert steps to the bed after a moment, seating himself beside Leslie opposite of the letter. He glances down at her, almost as if giving Leslie a chance to decide against it, before holding out his arm in invitation.]
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From me?
[Of course from him—there was no one else, a part of his mind chides. He'd... never been a particularly comforting sort, and given how formally Leslie chose to address him and the emotional distance they usually maintained, Hubert had assumed...]
[Well. As the remainder, even if he was a poor hand at the role, he would try. Nodding, Hubert steps to the bed after a moment, seating himself beside Leslie opposite of the letter. He glances down at her, almost as if giving Leslie a chance to decide against it, before holding out his arm in invitation.]