[The embrace feels like it crushes him, somehow, despite Falco's slender arms having nowhere near the strength required. Paul hugs back instantly and easily, bending a little at the waist to do so.]

I wouldn't want to make you wait. [This time, he does touch the boy's hair, tucking one loose piece of it back under his hood to no real purpose.] Not yet. I'm still looking for the right one.

I do have a tent on the beach, now. You can visit there any time.

[What he needs to do can wait until they're indoors, out of the street.]