[Oh no boss, he's earned this hug and you're paying it back with interest! You can tolerate it a little longer. Flug doesn't budge, more than aware of Black Hat's discomfort. Words aren't doing the job of conveying what he needs them to right now. This is one way to show his gratitude; it just happens to be doubly enjoyable when Flug spitefully considers it isn't one the man favors.

Despite the simmering traces of aggravation, Flug can't help but note Black Hat isn't sulking anymore. Guess that was one way to breathe life back into the abomination. With his own. 
Not the worst deal Flug has ever made.]

"I still want answers." [He gave you a recap when you came back from death.] "I'll just end up with questions later." [You really expect he won't? It's better if he hears there's something or nothing else now.]

"But I'm not.. mad." [So calm down, all right? He breaks the hold, instead clinging with one hand still wrapped around, while other attempts to fix Black Hat's tie.] "This week must have been strange for you." [He finds himself regretting that this is taking place here instead of back in the living area where he might see any further evidence of that. How long had it been since Black Hat stayed in a place truly by his lonesome?]