I expected him to do the obvious and place the little communication device into my hand. Instead he takes my hand in his and pulls and then I'm stepping forward, not entirely against my will, but certainly not even half a thought is being lent to why I'm going along with this, and then his arms are around me and my free arm, the one not holding my computer, slides around his waist in turn.

Oh.

"Take care of my brother." My words come out as hardly a whisper, but at this proximity, I'm sure he can hear.