[He's clean, he's warm, he's not haunted by teenage girls or father figures. All in all, it's not a terrible day. Breakfast was his destination, too, and as he closes the door behind him, he looks up when he hears Anya. There's a moment when he tries to think of something to say, to ask how she is, who she was with, if they protected her - no, don't ask that one - but he doesn't even get to finish berating himself for it before she's in his arms, and he could not form a more perfectly startled face.
Staggering back a step, it takes Erik half a second to lift his arms, to settle his hands on her back, and he half expects this to be a mistake - did she think he was Pietro, did she think - anything-- but that's absurd, and he wraps his arms around her tightly after that first moment's hesitation, strong and protective. The Admiral has given him enough memories of daughters, even one with her, specifically, and he can feel his throat tighten at the idea of her coming to him like - he can only assume, like a father.
[spam] WHY DON'T I HAVE A HUG ICON UGH
Staggering back a step, it takes Erik half a second to lift his arms, to settle his hands on her back, and he half expects this to be a mistake - did she think he was Pietro, did she think - anything-- but that's absurd, and he wraps his arms around her tightly after that first moment's hesitation, strong and protective. The Admiral has given him enough memories of daughters, even one with her, specifically, and he can feel his throat tighten at the idea of her coming to him like - he can only assume, like a father.
He'd protect her from anything in this moment.]