"What? No," Rhys says, shaking his head. "No, I don't need a hug."

Maybe he kind of needs a hug but he's not going to admit to that. A hug might help settle him down and a hug might make him feel a little better about everything. About this decision, this contract, this year of servitude he's decided to give up in exchange for a hopefully better life.

"But, I'll keep you in mind for future needed hugs," Rhys assures him. "Never know when I might have a bad day, right?"