Motherly Instincts and Hug Defficiencies

Even though I had and still have a lot of reading and studying to do, this last study break was awfully enjoyable. I had to go to a meeting tonight, which included an encounter with a girl I have let down about dinner twice now. She neglected to eat dinner today, which is not cool especially considering she's kind of sick at the moment. In order to make up for this, I invited her over so that she could have Top Ramen that we have around.
I think it's really funny how motherly I get. I warmed up the mug filled with water for her, and cooked the ramen with the microwave we have in our room. I walked her over to the end of the hall, where there is chocolate. I took a bite when she told me to, out of the Reese's we acquired. I made sure that the music I picked was calm for her, and she did little dances when "Deadbeat Summer" came on. I won't be able to play that song soon, it's only enjoyable when it's too hot to want to do anything. She squealed when the ramen she ate became unruly and sighed when the heat of it came back up from her stomach and through her mouth. Her company was extremely enjoyable. Afterwards, I was obsessed with removing every little spot of its recent use out of existence before returning it back to the floor mates I borrowed it from. I just liked it a lot, the experience of taking care of someone.

I saw her out. The goodbye hug we exchanged was strange to me. I gave the awkward one-armed hug I have become accustomed to giving now after meeting and re-meeting so many people. She wrapped both her arms around me tighter than I guess I expected and I guess it lasted longer than I expected, too. She stood on her toes even though I'm not much taller than her at all, a bit of her weight putting itself on my chest and heels. Maybe she just gives hugs less meaning than I do and, because of this, gives better hugs. Maybe she was trying to tell me something about her dancing or the sighs she made or the slight silences we had in our conversations. Maybe I did something important. She doesn't seem like the kind of person who needs a friend, but maybe this was important to her. Maybe I need to relearn how to give hugs.
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