He takes the comfort as it's given, wrapping his arms around her after a moment of surprised hesitation. Crowe doesn't hug. It's just one of those things. Very rarely did any of the Glaive hug for anything other than victory. He closes his eyes and tightens his grip.

"I already have," he murmurs into her hair, grateful that in this they're on the same page. "I've been writing everything down for days." Whenever he had a spare moment between suddenly running a business and trying to keep up appearances in town. The sheriff told him to stop pushing. What the sheriff didn't know won't hurt him.