His nose rubbed harshly against the cotton of her shirt that smelled faintly of sweat and fresh linen. All these wonderful smells of Granger have made him weak thus far combined in this single embrace. It took him significantly longer to recover. "Get-!" She held him closer mid-protest. Her chest wasn’t as flat as it seemed in her uniform. Instead, it was a soft, cushion of sorts and muffled his words. Although, he was speechless anyway.