[Shun half expects her to stay where she is, so he definitely turns his head back once he hears her moving to catch up - it's not quite quick enough to avoid the hug, though. The way every part of him flinches at the contact, as if he still hasn't let himself adjust back to the idea that not every touch is an attack or attempt to bypass his defenses, is very easily felt.
His hand grabs at her wrist almost immediately, instinctively clenching as if to throw her off, but he forces himself to stop before he actually does anything that violent. However much he dislikes it, he assumes Ginia feels she has some kind of reason for it.
Even so, he pulls away, turning his head and speaking in a detached, deceptively level voice.] Let go of me.
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His hand grabs at her wrist almost immediately, instinctively clenching as if to throw her off, but he forces himself to stop before he actually does anything that violent. However much he dislikes it, he assumes Ginia feels she has some kind of reason for it.
Even so, he pulls away, turning his head and speaking in a detached, deceptively level voice.] Let go of me.