Faizel didn't really understand why he was being hugged, but he wasn't against it. He still wasn't completely at ease when it came to showing affection, but that didn't mean he didn't like it.

"Are we hugging? Why are we hugging?" he asked, since he'd found that asking was sometimes the right thing to do. "Not that I don't appreciate it, just- I thought we were cooking, and knives and hugs aren't something I usually put together. ...Not objecting though, just- I'll put the knife down, yes? Yes, no, I- Knife down."