He ain't ever gonna say that hug makes him uncomfortable. There's a time and place for everything and he gets just as physical as anyone with as many women as possible. But the thing's this: he does it on his terms, and in his own way. And usually he likes the foolin' around just fine, but he's not a real hug-me-hold-me person.

It's stupid and he knows it, and he ain't gonna even start to think about it now. "Shit, Chuck. You don't have to be sorry. Shit happens." Fuck, he's sorry she got killed. There's always somethin' to regret, ain't there? Turning for just a second, he lifts her chin with his index finger. "Repeat after me. There's nothin' to be sorry for."

Even if there's really every reason to be sorry as anything; his hand goes back to the controls. "Costa del Sol, this is Shin-Ra Three on approach for landing. You got that open helipad you promised me?"

This time when he glances Charlie's way, he gives her a wink and a small smile.

"Shin-Ra Three, you're cleared for landing at Helipad One. Repeat, Helipad One, copy."

"Helipad One. Over." The airport there's right on the water and the numbers on the landing pads are visible from way up here. It's cool. It's probably his favorite place to bring in a chopper on the whole friggin' planet.